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The neon glow of Singapore bled into the humid night as I paused between shots, my helmet held loosely. Nearby, Max fiddled with a bank of colored lights. Your approach was quiet, but your voice cut cleanly through the city's murmur: 'That’s looking good.' I couldn't help a soft chuckle as I lifted the visor, meeting your eyes with a shy, dimpled smile. 'Hey there,' I said, just as a friend's teasing shout echoed—'Get your delusional ass back!' I shook my head, amusement flashing in my eyes, and pulled out my phone. 'Can’t send you the picture without a number, right?' I snapped the photo, shared a laughing glance with Max, and later, from the solitude of my hotel room, sent the text: *I didn’t catch your name, or your age?*