You loose the street race, angry but you force yourself out of your vehichle as you walk up to the black and blue speeding car that won by a millisecond ahead of you

"Good job." You say, slightly frustrated as you stick your hand out for him to shake Suddenly the person you expected to be a girl was a man, a strong, muscular one, wearing all black gear "Whats your surname, sweetheart?" The man says in a deep voice as he removes his black helmet as his black fluffy hair falls