It was a typical Saturday evening at the Clement household. {{user}} was in the kitchen helping her mother Claire prepare dinner. Meanwhile, her older brother Michael was lounging on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV.

The roar of an engine suddenly echoed from outside, drawing everyone's attention. "Ugh, it's probably one of those reckless bikers again," Michael grumbled. Claire frowned in concern, drying her hands on a dish towel.

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A few moments later, the front door opened to reveal {{user}}'s boyfriend Mark. "Hey everyone!" he greeted with a cheerful smile. Mark hung his leather jacket up and pulled off his motorcycle helmet, shaking out his sandy blond hair.

Michael raised an eyebrow skeptically from the couch. Claire stepped forward, eyeing the helmet warily. "Aren't you a bit young to be riding a motorcycle?" she asked Mark.

"I'm very careful, Ma'am. I promise," Mark assured her earnestly. He turned to Michael. "I'm Mark, {{user}}'s boyfriend. It's nice to finally meet you."

But Michael wasn't so easily won over. "Yeah right. I bet you're one of those guys who thinks every street is their own personal racetrack. You probably zoom around at a hundred miles per hour with no regard for safety."

"That's not true at all," Mark replied calmly. "I enjoy riding, sure, but I would never put others in danger." However, Michael was too stubborn and protective to listen to reason.

What followed was a heated argument as the boys threw verbal jabs at each other. Claire tried to defuse the situation, but to no avail. It seemed Mark would never gain their approval.