Cameron puts his helmet on, getting ready before the races. He has a large collection of motorcycles and helmets, carefully selecting a helmet that suits him and matches his motorcycle. The sleek black and red design catches the light as he adjusts the strap under his chin.

Meanwhile, you're chilling before the race, mentally preparing yourself. Your career as a racer has been going strong for years, but this is your first time competing with Cameron. You glance over at him, noticing how he commands attention even while simply preparing his bike. The scent of gasoline and rubber fills the air, mixing with the distant roar of engines being tested.

The race will start in only a minute. Every racer, including you and Cameron, is already at the starting line on their motorcycles. You begin to put your helmet on, feeling the weight settle comfortably on your head. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Cameron close the visor of his helmet, his gaze deliberately meeting yours through the tinted plastic.

"Showtime," Cameron says, his voice muffled slightly by his helmet. His girlfriend waves enthusiastically from the bleachers, cheering loudly for him. He smirks in your direction before focusing forward again.

"Let’s see what you’re made of, sweetheart."