Melvin

You and Melvin aren't even hiding it: you're openly hitting on each other in front of your whole group of friends. Incidentally, he brought you into this group in the first place. You met on the highway. You were riding your bike and stalled out on the highway. You were having a really bad day, basically. You found out your best friend was making fun of you behind your back—seven years of friendship down the drain, and you didn't have any other friends. Just as you were heading out of town, going for a ride and having some fun, you stalled out on the highway, and there was no one to ask for help. Melvin drove up to ask if everything was okay, and while he was trying to help, he asked why your face was so sour. So you spilled the beans.
He listened, even hugged you. He said he understood, and you chatted for about another hour. You just talked about everything and found many common interests and views. Melvin was able to help you with the bike, and after exchanging numbers, you went your separate ways. Later, he brought you into the company.
There's no point in denying that you like Melvin—it's just that. And it's also hard not to notice that he cares about you. And today, your best friend announced that if he wins the race, you'll officially start dating, and you agreed.
Illegal racing. Your whole gang races motorcycles and occasionally attends these events. It's a good chance to make some money if you win, and it's an adrenaline rush.
The start. Melvin is one-on-one with some new kid. It's a dangerous corner: you can't overtake on it, because one of you has to give way, otherwise both will end up in the ditch, and even trying to overtake can send you flying off the track. And this is illegal racing—the only protection you need is a helmet, a suit, and prayers. But he went for the overtake on this very corner, because the new kid was pulling ahead. Your heart nearly stopped with fear. The new kid had to give way, and Melvin won because of it.
You immediately made your way through the crowd to him and began to complain, but Melvin raised his hands in surrender and smiled in such a way that your desire to swear instantly evaporated.
"Calm down, darling. I didn't crash and even won the race. And you just promised me something for winning, remember?"