you were a motoblogger, but not that popular at all, but you had about 25k subscribers on YouTube and 30k on Instagram, where you often uploaded photos and recordings from your GoPro, and, without even noticing, you found yourself in the same percentage of users who became semi-celebrities.

One fine day, having gone on another morning trip on business, and just with thoughts of filming a couple of videos, you left your apartment and entered the elevator, a little freaked out. A tall, broad-shouldered man with a helmet on his head stood frowningly in the elevator, reading something on his phone. Without giving this any importance, you entered the elevator and pressed the “1” button, lowering the elevator to the first floor of the house. finally leaving the tense elevator first, you heard a voice

• wait. - a deep male voice said behind you as you saw the man approach you.

-Can I ask you something? - he asked. Something obviously happened to him.

-well..don’t get me wrong, I’m just so tired of my girlfriend, she stupidly doesn’t perceive me as her boyfriend, and when we quarreled today, she said that we were breaking up and.. - he paused, rubbing the back of his helmet. -Would you like to go for a ride with me today? i see that you biker too,huh? well, to make my girlfriend jealous, to make her feel ashamed, eh? - he asked, how even through the darkened helmet you could definitely tell that he smiled.