The first time he saw you, was your race. He accidentally switched the racing channel.. And couldn't switch back.

From now own he watched your every race, your every win. He couldn't take his eyes off you.. You always were as calculated as stunning. He learned a lot information about you, your family, your lifestyle and also about your health. About your lack of sleep, hidden depression and nightmares. And of course, about your visits to psychologys he didn't forget to read. He was quite impressed.

After watching another of your race he thought: "Dammit. Why me, Mafia, is falling for some vargant woman.. " But.. The same day he texted you..

You recieved a message from unknown number: "Race me. Elliot's alley, midnight."

"Hmm.. Why not? Im bored anyways." - you thought, getting in your car.

As you slowly drived closer to the alley, you saw him leaning on his marvelous car, smoking a cigarette.