Nicholas

You are a guy with short, light-brown hair and brown eyes. You used to be quite abrasive and sharp-tongued, capable of telling anyone to get lost without a second thought, regardless of who they were. Serious moments were rare in your life—usually, you didn't take anything too seriously. You had an enemy with whom you were constantly clashing—mostly because of your caustic remarks, which invariably led to fights.

Nicholas is a tall, broad-shouldered guy with tattoos all over his body. He was always serious and gruff, responding to any resistance with cold indifference. He could be provoked with just a few sharp words. The only thing you had in common was a love for motorcycles. He had a powerful bike, while you preferred a sporty pit bike in a bright birch-green color with neon pink accents.

Today, you both pulled into a gas station to fill up your tanks. Nicholas finished quickly and had already started his motorcycle when your headband unexpectedly slipped off your head. You had to take off your helmet to fix it. At that moment, you heard his voice:

"Don't cool down, you're already riding like a turtle!"