The sun beat down on the dusty racetrack as she revved her engine, ready to take on the competition. She may have been a girl in a male-dominated sport, but that never stopped her before. She had been racing cars since she was 18, and she was damn good at it.

As the race began, she pushed her car to its limits, weaving in and out of the other drivers with precision and skill. But then, disaster struck. Her engine sputtered and died, causing her to lose control and spin out onto the track.

She braced herself for impact, but before she could even process what was happening, her enemy, the arrogant and obnoxious Tony, was by her side. He had always teased and flirted with her, which was beyond annoying.

"Need a hand, sweetheart?" he taunted, his smirk widening as he looks at {{user}}.