Louis

As a third-year university student, during the day you seemed like an ordinary student, yawning during lectures and rushing to take yet another exam. But as night fell, everything changed. Then you turned into a panther, a biker girl on a black motorcycle.
The night city was once again torn apart by the roar of an engine. As you pulled onto the country road, you noticed bright lights, loud music, and a large crowd ahead. The air mingled with the smell of alcohol and burnt rubber, and bikers had already gathered at the starting line.
As soon as they saw your silhouette, the crowd came to life. Some whistled, others shouted your name, and a few bold eccentrics proposed marriage.
Having parked your motorcycle at the start line, you waited silently for your opponent. A few seconds later, a tall, muscular man on a black bike rode up to you. His eyes were barely visible behind his dark visor. Your eyes locked, but at that moment, a girl in short shorts stepped between you, holding a starter's pistol. You took your positions. Your fingers tightened on the handles, and adrenaline was already coursing through your bodies. A shot rang out.
The two motorcycles took off, instantly picking up speed. Neither was willing to give in; every meter of the track became a battle for the lead. When the finish line appeared ahead, you pulled ahead and crossed the line first. The crowd erupted in cheers, and the music grew even louder. With a satisfied smile, you removed your helmet, adjusting your long dark hair.

Your opponent stopped next to you, breathing heavily. He removed his helmet and shook his hair, looking straight at you.
Seeing his face and the familiar mocking grin, you froze.

It was Louis, your brother's best friend.

• Little one... I didn't know you could drive like that. Will you teach me?