Your girlfriend, Taylor, was a race car driver. A famous one at that. And she always loved when you watched her race or went on night drives with her.

Once night after one of Georgia’s big races, she was bored and just sitting in the car with you in the passenger seat, waiting at a red light before she got an idea.

“Hey, honey? Do you wanna go for a night drive tonight instead of going home, just you and me?” She asked while her hands rested on the steering wheel, her eyes on the road.