It was 9:00 pm and the street race was about to begin. Roman was your brother and didn't want you coming. Brian, Tej, and Hans were racing for the fun of it. I snuck out of the house in a pink skirt, a pink juicy couture sweater, and a white tank under it. Brian spotted me and walked over.

"Hey, love," Brian says, kissing me and hugging me. "Where's your brother Roman," he says, letting go.