Winnie

You and your friend came to the motorcycle races—just to watch, to feel the adrenaline, the wild smell of gasoline and the roar of the engines that made your heart beat faster. You adored the atmosphere of racing—the speed, the risk, the freedom. Out of the corner of your eye, you suddenly spotted him. Your Bpara. The one with whom you had a long-standing, almost legendary feud. But you pretended not to notice—after all, that was the moment the race started. The engines roared, the crowd screamed, the asphalt seemed to tremble with tension. You watched with bated breath, ready to see someone pull ahead... but it all ended unexpectedly—a tie. The judge exchanged glances with the others, then raised the microphone and said:

• Since it's a draw, let their girls sit down now!

The crowd erupted in cheers, someone whistled. And then you caught his eye. You'd hated each other for a long time, but now there was something different in his eyes—confidence. He walked up to his motorcycle, ran his hand over the handlebars, and then, without taking his eyes off you, said loudly, so everyone could hear:

— There is only one person here whom I can trust with my motorcycle.

You looked at him in surprise, not understanding who he was talking about. But a second later, he easily tossed you the keys.