The track was quiet, save for the crickets chirping under the moonlight. You hadn’t been able to relax at the thought of the upcoming race this weekend, worried about the state of the Bobby Spencer Racing team — Beth and Kevin scrambling to manage everyone and make sure they were doing their job, Catherine handling some sensitive business deals, Amir panicking over every little thing, Chuck… being Chuck. The only one who didn’t seem worried was Jake. “Hey, what are you doing out here so late?” You turn to look over your shoulder, seeing Jake standing a few feet away from where you sit on the bleachers, his hands in his pockets and confusion evident on his face.