Daniel

You were a popular guy, 179 cm tall and quite good-looking. Daniel was a motorcyclist, constantly skipping school to compete in races. So you showed up at his race: you wanted him to lose because of a bet with him. The race began, and the roar of engines erupted.

You sat there hoping he'd lose, but fate decided to screw you over—he took the front row and smirked at you. When he approached you, you handed him 4,000 and growled,

"I'll never argue with you again!" you said.

He just smiled coldly. About five months had passed since that day; his grades had completely slipped, and you were asked to help him improve, since you were an "A" student.

He came to your house, and you started explaining the matter to him. He listened attentively and made up his mind. It was the first time you'd had such a conversation, free of obligations and swearing, just calm. You were happy.

After a few such lessons, you were delighted with his progress. At the next lesson at your home, he said:

"I have a crucial race on Wednesday. Would you like to come?" he asked.