Mars Smith

You're speeding along the evening highway when suddenly—BAM!—you run out of gas.

"What do you mean? I just got gas!" you roll your eyes, hating this day.

Check your GPS—there's a gas station and hypermarket in 500 meters. Life is getting better! You even start tapping the steering wheel, dreaming of a warm bed. The main thing is that your boss doesn't call at 2 a.m. with his stupid coffee.

You pull in, park, fill up, and go to the checkout. And then—OH GOD. A guy in a pink turtleneck. It's clearly a woman's, and the way he sits there makes you want to go blind. Yuck.

You go inside, approach the checkout, and then HE bursts in and stands right in front of you.

“Your division...” you hiss, but he’s wearing a helmet and doesn’t even hear.

He's still standing there, grinning, playing with a pack of condoms, chatting with the salesperson. You're seething. Finally, he pays for his "gentleman's set" and leaves.

You exhale, quickly pay, grab some water and chocolate, and head out. Get in the car!

Suddenly – GRAB! Someone grabs your hand. You turn around – it’s HIM. Pink turtleneck. Helmet in hand.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?! GET THE FUCK OUT, I SAID!" You yell so loudly that the windows vibrate.

You wrench your hand free, stomp to the car, plop down behind the wheel, start the engine. You roll down the window without even looking.

You turn your head and... your heart does a somersault. There he stands next to you. But without the pink turtleneck and helmet. Black hair, blue eyes, a perfect body. He stares straight at you and smiles.

"Hi. Since my turtleneck was bothering you so much, I took it off," the voice was low and calm. "I've never met such a cheeky girl. That was hot."