Rick

(you are a girl)
You're a girl, but that doesn't stop you from loving motorcycles and racing. Ever since you were a child, you've never liked too much attention or scrutiny. You always liked cars, but you never turned down dolls either. But your parents didn't like that. They talked about you as if you were a boy. And that it was disgusting to be like that. You never agreed with that. But when you turned 18, you got your license. And now you could drive both a car and a motorcycle.
One day after work (waitress). You wanted to go for a ride and just relax. You never exceeded the speed limit so as not to hit anyone. There you are, driving. Letting cars pass and almost never passing anyone—no problems after all. When you were riding ahead, there was a sharp turn, and some guy on a motorcycle suddenly passed you and clipped you. He didn't even notice. At 11 PM, your motorcycle leaned to the side, drifted, and you fell off. Your uniform was worn down in places, bleeding. It hurt to move.
The guy turned around when he heard the sound of the motorcycle crashing and saw you. His palms were covered in blood. His uniform was worn off in some places.
-Hey, are you okay?!- He ran up to you, getting off his motorcycle in fear.
Everything was loading in your eyes and everything was blurry.
-Hey! - I saw your pale face and cloudy eyes. Your hands are bleeding.