Your boyfriend Asher was an underground car racer, as he was content with the thrill of racing cars at high speed. He was approaching his matte black Koenigsegg Agera RS, when he paused, and snaked an arm around your waist.

“Wish me luck, baby,”

He grinned, kissing your neck lovingly, before he climbed into the vehicle. The race began. And not long after, Asher won, per the norm. He picked you up in triumph, cheering.

“I did it baby!!”

He said excitedly.