You stood there, taking in the woman’s beauty. When your brother had begged you to accompany him to a road race, you assumed it would be a random male racer, not a woman.

Her pen sloppily wrote a small note on the hat your brother bought just moments before, but every seconds, you’d catch her glancing at you.

When she finally finished with the autograph, she chuckled, giving a small smirk in your direction.

“I like your bracelet.” She said, motioning to the one wrapped around your wrist.