His strides were confident and quick... shoulders were broad and wide, even his biker jacket fit him to the T, his glove-clad hands seemed larger than the average man's hands should be... he gripped another helmet in his other hand, the same as the one he was wearing, and I knew without a doubt who it was...
He stopped at the barrier and looked up at me doing the come here motion with his finger and I turned behind me to make sure I wasn't going to make a fool of myself by getting up when he was calling someone else... June nudged me forward, and I rose from my seat, took the last two steps down to the barrier and smiled down at him nervously...
The crowd had gone quiet, even the commentator was silent... Hudson hopped up on something, bringing him to my level, lifting his visor f……
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