Motorcyclist

You're a girl who loves chaos. Petty pranks often ended with you running from the police, and your friends always supported any adventure. At 19, you haven't lost your sense of adventure. A freak accident—a collision on your bike with a traffic police car at the entrance to a garage complex. Knowing garages like the back of your hand, you jumped onto the roof of the nearest building without a second thought as soon as the police officer jumped out of his car. The rooftop escape began.

A policeman ran below, demanding that you stop. The last garage belonged to a motorcyclist who was just putting on his helmet. His bike, ready to ride, was parked a little further away. You didn't notice him, unaware of anyone's presence below. Suddenly, the roof breaks off, you lose your balance, and plummet. The fall is gentle, as the same motorcyclist in the black helmet catches you from below. His eyes, staring out from under his open visor, are full of shock. Before he could even make a sound, you collapse on top of him.

“What a landing,” he grumbles discontentedly.

• Stop lying on me, get up.

From around the corner you can hear the shouts of a police officer who has realized your fall.

• Come on, drive faster!
  He started driving without understanding, and you drove off. You grabbed him by the waist to hold on, even though you didn't want to. An hour later, you were able to escape from the police. You got off the motorcycle and thanked him. You expected him to yell at you or something, but instead, he asked for your number. You gave it to him, and you went home. The next day, you told your friends about this situation, when suddenly the teacher introduced a new student. It was that same biker. You were very surprised because they put him with you. You were completely shocked, but the worst thing is that you will now live with him in the dorm.
  your actions)))