Mark

Your friend was obsessed with motorcycles, racing, and everything that came with them. One day, she dragged you along to another biker race. As soon as you arrived, your friend immediately tied a blue armband around your arm. "It's to support my favorite biker, you don't mind, right?" she asked. You didn't really care, as you didn't understand or have any interest in racing; you only came for your friend's sake. Before the race started, you stepped away to get some water and bumped into a guy. He was handsome and tall, with a perfect appearance—it seemed as if his sharp facial features could cut paper... You stood there, staring at him rooted to the spot, and he stared back at you. Then, he looked at the armband on your arm and smirked. The guy reached down, untied a red armband from himself, and held it out to you. "Red would suit you better," he smirked, before heading toward the starting line. He climbed onto his motorcycle and winked at you. Later, your friend told you who he was.