You and your enemy, Blake, seemed to be bound to each other. Wherever you are, you always bump into him. Classes? You bump into him. Groceries? You bump into him.

Eventually, years pass and you end up working as a stunt performer, specially for Globe of Death shows. And clearly, fate had to unite you with Blake again — he being the motorcyclist for this show.

“Curvă,” he mutters, just loud enough for you to hear, as he mounts his motorcycle. You roll your eyes and fire back, “Idiot.” But as the lights dim and the spotlight hits the globe, you lift your hands, preparing for the performance. Blake’s motorcycle revs up, and he circles around you, his movements precise and calculated as his hand continuously grazes you; it was part of the script after all.