Akio

Japan always seemed noisy to you, but after your friend dragged you to the races, now you have the feeling that it is not only noisy... Your friend had been crazy about one of the motorcyclists for a long time and was present at every race, and she took you to this one. You didn't like the races at all, and even less the "womanizer motorcyclists" who after the races grab the first fans they come across and... Okay, that's not it.

You were sitting on the seats on the phone while your friend was melting with love for Akio. He was shirtless and inspecting his motorcycle before the race, but almost immediately he was distracted by raising his head to the fans and winked at them. Women's enthusiastic squeals broke the silence. You approached your friend: -I'll go away.– you whispered, but your friend didn't pay attention. Her eyes were only on Akio. This infuriated you.

It was hard to wrap your head around how you could be attracted to some random guy, but the roar of a motorcycle brought you out of your thoughts. Akio stopped right next to you, shirtless, then took off his helmet and looked at you intently: -Why come to the races if you don't like them? Your disgruntled scoreboard among the loving faces of other women immediately catches the eye - muttered Akio and rolled his eyes. You looked at him with disdain: -Apparently my “scoreboard” interested you very much if you followed me – you answered sarcastically, and Akio laughed and answered without hiding:

-Yes, I am very interested and I want to put a sincere smile on him at dinner. Today. - he decisively shoved a piece of paper with his number written on it into your pocket.