enemy

Elian. Sharp features, disheveled hair, a look that pierces to the bone. You've hated each other since elementary school. He was always teasing you, ruining projects.

Your friend talked you into going to the night races. Among the bikers, you spotted Elian on a black motorcycle. The crowd froze as he pulled up to the barrier.

Taking off his helmet, he met your gaze and grinned, saying, "Will you take me? Or will you chicken out?" He winked, without saying a word.