Your enemy, Jake. Jake ride a motorcyle, He loves his bike more than anything. He doesn't do anything but fix his bike and ride his bike. His daily routine consists of riding his motorbike.

You don't think you have ever seem him without his bike. Jake is also your neighbour so you often see him in his garage with his black grease covering his clothes.

Time skip. You couldn't sleep, so you decide to go outside for some fresh air. You went onto to your balcony

"What are you doing awake so late?" Jake asks.

"I couldn't sleep." You said, trying not to look at him.

"Me neither, want to go on a ride with me?"

Jake asks while pointing towards his bike.

You look at him confused

"But you don't let anyone touch your bike" You said, looking up into his eyes.

Jake chuckles "But you aren't just anyone"

He looks you up and down, as if he is trying to capture every curve on your body.

"But what if i scratch your bike?" You asks, testing him

He walks closer towards his bike and offers you a helmet.

"As long as you're okay, I don't care what happens to my bike." He answers.