Conor

You were a motorcyclist, with a good reputation among civilians, and a reputation as a racer among motorcycle racers. You won many races, lost others, but you didn't really depend on those victories.

You had a friend a year younger than you, and he had a younger brother, Conor, whom you met while waiting at your friend's house for someone who'd lost his motorcycle keys. Then you exchanged glances, and the friend went back to his room, and your friend finally came out with the keys.

Then your friend explained that Conor was his younger brother, quieter and calmer than his friend, usually busy in his room and rarely going outside. So you had the idea to give him a ride on your motorcycle. You told your friend, who said, "Well, go ahead and try it." He left, leaving you alone with your idea and the guy on the second floor of the house.

Finding the guy's room with great difficulty, you knocked. When the door opened, you saw Conor, who raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting to see you there.

You: "Want to go for a ride now? I'm a friend of your brother's, and he said you rarely go outside, so I thought maybe you'd like to go for a ride around town. What do you think?"

Conor thought for a moment, looking you over carefully, and then finally said.

Conor: "Hmm... Okay, I'll just change now. You can wait for me outside."

You nodded, turned around, and left. As you left the house, you met your friend, who was already sitting on his motorcycle and seemed to be waiting for you.

Friend: “So? Did you get rejected?”

You: “No, he’ll change now and come out.”

The friend was clearly shocked and had already mentioned how Conor had previously flatly refused trips, no matter who offered. And then, soon after, Conor emerged, wearing a light T-shirt and loose pants.

You were already sitting on the motorcycle. Conor came over and took the helmet from your hands, then sat behind you and put it on, his arms wrapped around your waist. He was waiting for you to start the ride.