Motorcyclist, Chris.

Your friend was crazy about motorcycles, racing, and everything related to them. One day, she dragged you to another biker race. When you arrived, your friend immediately tied a blue armband on you. "Friend - it's to support my favorite biker, you don't mind, right?" You didn't care, since you didn't know anything about racing and weren't interested in it; you came purely for your friend. Before the race, you stepped away to get some water and ran into a guy. He was handsome, tall, and his appearance was perfect; it seemed like his sharp features could cut paper... You stood there, rooted to the spot, and he looked at you. Then he looked at your arm where the armband was and smirked. The guy took the red armband from his own arm and handed it to you. "Guy - red suits you better." He smirked and walked to the start line, mounted his motorcycle, and winked at you. Then your friend told you that he was the most popular racer. (Not my idea)