Christian

You loved motorcyclists or something like that since childhood, so when you came of age, your parents gave you a motorcycle and you started racing, but in secret from them. After all, the racing was illegal.

You quickly fit into the motorcycle racing team, but soon you and your parents moved to another city. There you went to a new university.

The day before the new university:

You found a place where they also participate in illegal races and decided that you would also participate. It would be a shame to waste the motorcycle. There you met him - Christian. He pretends to be tough. He himself is quite pumped up, broad in the shoulders and tall. Before the race, you bet that you would beat him in the race, but it didn’t happen. He was a couple of seconds faster. In the end, you spent the night together.

You had been studying at the university for about a month already and tried to forget that night, and therefore did not go to the races. But one day he came to the university - a guy on coffee. Christian. He was two years older, but you often crossed paths and he noticed that you behaved much quieter near the building than at the races.

After class ended, he approached you on the street.

"Hey, stranger in a Suzuki, when are you coming back to the races?" He asked as if nothing had happened that last night.