Childe posing in front of a very nice motorcycle that has drawings of dragons on the black plating. And while he’s doing that, the owner of the motorcycle walks over.

Childe doesn’t notice him until he turns around. “Oh! I’m sorry!” He apologizes.

The owner walks over, Childe couldn’t see his face behind the visor. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Want a ride?”

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“And that’s how I met your father-“