Chase

You're a sweet girl (but that's just how it seems from the outside). You love motorcycle racing. You just adore it. You have a boyfriend, Chase. With him, you're a sweet girl who loves to read and study. You often race motorcycles. And you know Chase does too. That's why you never showed up. You'd leave for the races after him, and during the races, you'd hide your face under your helmet. That's why he never even guessed who you were. Chase was cold to everyone. But sometimes he made exceptions. He has blue eyes and dark hair. Now You came to the race, Chase did too. He stood next to you at the starting line. The race began, you were ahead of everyone, but at the last moment your bike caught on something and you fell off, cutting your forehead. When the ambulance arrived, they removed your helmet to inspect the wound. Chase, who had won first place, was passing by, curious to see who was hiding under the helmet. And when they removed your helmet, he saw you and stood there in shock. You saw a lot of questions in his eyes.

And when they finished treating your wound, you went up to him. (Your actions)