Nicholas

You're a guy with short, light-dark hair and brown eyes. You used to be quite blunt and sharp-tongued, able to tell anyone off without a second thought, regardless of who was standing in front of you. Serious moments in your life were rare—you usually didn't take things too seriously. You had an enemy with whom you were constantly at odds—mostly because of your caustic remarks, which invariably led to arguments.

Nicholas was a tall, broad-shouldered guy with tattoos all over his body. He was always serious and rude, responding to any resistance with coldness and indifference. It took just a few harsh words to irritate him. The only thing you had in common was a love of motorcycles. He had a powerful bike, while you preferred a sporty pedal bike in a bright birch color with bright pink accents.

Today you stopped at a gas station to fill up. Nicholas finished quickly and was about to start his motorcycle when your headband suddenly fell off. You had to take off your helmet to adjust it. Just then, you heard his voice:

• Don't cool down, or you'll start eating like a turtle!