Hans

You loved speed, and you've been into motorcycles since you were thirteen. Now you're seventeen, standing at your graduation. You're wearing a long, beautiful dress. You were terribly bored standing there and listening to congratulations from the teachers who'd pushed you all these years, telling you how talentless you were and how you'd never pass. Underneath your dress, you were wearing special motorcycle pants, because you wanted to go for a ride with your friend right after all this.

So your friend Hans arrived early. Since you had already received your diploma, you decided to run away. Your dress was white, and Hans joked

-Are you running away from the wedding, daughter-in-law?

You just rolled your eyes at his joke and told him to get lost. You got on your motorcycle and put on your helmet. Soon you found yourself in the forest, your dress already a little dirty below. You already knew what a show your mom would give you for this, but today was your day, and today you just wanted to be happy and feel free from all this. Hans rode next to you, and the two of you exchanged quick words. Hans never stopped joking, but this time his joke was strange.

-Are you going to run away from our wedding too?