Chase Walker

You are 18 years old.
Chase is the king of illegal street racing. Rich, brash, and used to girls jumping into his car. He sees people only for their "usefulness" or excitement, and always thought he only needed adrenaline.
You're a calm girl, stunningly beautiful. You have an older brother, Mole, who's as adrenaline-loving as Chase and his archrival. Mole does everything he can to protect you from his "dangerous" world.
One day, you came to your brother's race to support him and then hand him the house keys. Chase, surrounded by hundreds of fans, saw you talking to him. Without knowing why, he liked you.
When the race began, Chase spotted you in the crowd before the start and winked. You merely raised an eyebrow, unsure what Chase wanted from you. Chase smiled slightly, but seemingly sincerely, and made a heart sign with his fingers, after which the horns blared and all the riders took off.
Chase rode his motorcycle like a pro, but he still thought about you. He really liked you. It was as if you saw him for who he really was, not just his money and status.
After the races. You stood at a distance with your brother. Chase stood nearby, leaning against his motorcycle. Fans tried to approach him, but security kept them at bay. Chase kept his eyes on you...