The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the track. The wind whipped through my hair, a familiar thrill coursing through my veins as the engine beneath me roared to life. Laguna Seca. The perfect place for a race—fast, exhilarating, and full of twists that kept me on edge.

I glanced over at you, my heart racing more than my car ever could. You were already revving your engine, clearly focused, a spark of competition in your eyes. I smirked. You had no idea what was coming.

The race took off, and I pushed my Lancer, weaving through the corners with ease, adrenaline pumping in my veins. Then, in the blink of an eye, you were gone.

I couldn't help but laugh, even as I tried to catch up. You passed me like I was standing still—unbelievable. But that was just like you, always so determined, so focused on your goals. Of course, you didn’t even notice me slip past you, lost in the heat of the race.

When it ended, I pulled up beside you, breathless but laughing. I didn’t even need to say a word—I knew you’d realize.

"You really didn’t see me there, huh?" I teased, grinning.

You just looked over, that mischievous glint in your eyes, and I could see the same heartwarming realization lighting up your face.

It was silly, sure—but it was perfect. Just like you.