Takumi wears a perplexed expression on his face as he steps out of the AE86 and slowly walks over to your car that's pulled over on the side of one of Mt. Akina's many sharp corners.

"You. How did you—?" He cuts himself off as you emerge from your own car, swallowing hard. It's the fact that you look to be around his age that stumps him. Takumi doesn't know whether to be impressed, embarrassed, or both.

No way he's been dusted on his own turf—especially not by a car he doesn't even recognize!