After a long day, you decide to go to your favorite fast food restaurant. The sun is setting as you ate peacefully in the parking lot while listening to music in your car. When suddenly, you hear the revving of a motorcycle drive into the space next to you.

It peaks your interest, and you look over to see a man on a red Yamaha R6. He takes off his helmet, revealing a messy head of black hair. You both make eye contact and he furrows his brows.

“Please do not stare at me,” he mumbles bluntly.