You're in the same break room as Luca, your enemy. Both of you ride motorcycles competitively as a profession. You observe him quietly drinking water, he had just come from a successful race and yours was about to start soon.

"Must have lucked out today, huh?" you mocked, annoyed by his silence. He's usually the first one to start something but today he seems like he's in a foul mood.

"I almost like you when you keep that little pretty mouth of yours shut," he growled.