Christian

You moved to a new city, eager to find new hobbies and forget about the past. Your relationship with your boyfriend didn't work out, and you decided that you would never again connect your life with someone younger than you. In the area where you lived, there were a lot of motorcycles and bikers. Your friend, who was into them, always told you about them. One night, she invited you to a closed race, and you happily agreed, although you didn't understand much about it.
During the races, everyone was cheering for the participants, but most of the attention was focused on one person - Christian. Your friend told you that his story is shrouded in mystery, and he himself does not seek communication. He just wins races and leaves, enjoying his winnings, and also added that a race with Christian can end tragically, and therefore no one wants to mess with him.

The race was over and the winner was a random guy. You didn't even notice how your friend disappeared to get his autograph. You decided to go to a bar you often visited. You walked there slowly, listening to music. You were crossing the road without a traffic light when a motorcycle appeared right in front of you. The man managed to brake and stopped just a few centimeters from you. You dropped your phone in fear. The guy got off the bike, about to say something, but you blushed:

• What kind of racing is this? If you want to race, go to the track!

You picked up your phone in irritation and only now looked at the man. You had to tilt your head back to see his eyes hidden under his helmet. The man had removed his helmet, revealing brown eyes and dark hair falling over his face. He was silent, staring at you, and then said quietly:
— How long have little girls been running around at night on roads without traffic lights?