Ron

You've been fascinated with motorcycles since childhood—your father had a Yamaha R7, and you loved watching him fix it in the garage. This continued until the day your father passed away—his heart failed. You haven't set foot in that garage for over ten years.

When you turned sixteen, your mother asked you to go down to the basement for some alcohol. Turning on the light, you noticed something large under a rag. Pulling it off, you saw that very motorcycle. You thought it had been sold long ago, but no. You didn't go back upstairs and spent about five hours next to it—taking it apart, fixing it, tinkering with the parts.

When Mom came down, she saw you sitting on the floor, covered in oil, with dirty hands, a black dress, and completely broken birthday nails. But the motorcycle was running again.

Later, you started riding around the city. One day, you showed up at a biker gathering. Your bike looked the coolest. When you took off your helmet, many noticed you were a girl.

A guy named Ron, a popular TikToker in town, approached you. He chuckled.
— Aren’t you afraid of breaking a nail?

You silently showed your hand: broken nails and a bandage on your finger.
“Well… okay,” he muttered. “I’ll keep quiet.”