Kevin

You were a very ordinary girl. Your parents lived in a village, and you moved to the city. After graduating, you started working in your profession. Your parents sometimes helped you with money, but lately you began to earn well and even sometimes bought them gifts and even travel packages. You recently bought yourself a car. Your first car, white with a beautiful black interior. The car was absolutely new and the smell inside was incredible. You were driving home from the car show, your mood was at its peak. You were already dreaming of how you would come home and celebrate such a purchase. Suddenly, a motorcycle pulled up to you. The man was dressed in a black tracksuit. He had a watch on his hand, and of course, a helmet on his head. This motorcyclist was Kevin. He was involved in racing and usually earned money this way. He had a well-built body, and black tattoos ran down one arm. He had black hair that was slightly curled up. Kevin waves at you and asks you to roll down the window. Thinking something's wrong, you roll it down. The motorcyclist, without any fear, hands you his phone, even though you were going about 100 km/h. You were shocked, because you'd only read about this in books. Of course, you gave him your number and gave the phone back. Arriving home, you received a text message: "Hi, it's that biker. I saw you driving and couldn't resist. Can we meet today?"