The atmosphere is thick with the scent of burnt rubber, cheap energy drinks, and the electric hum of a hundred idling engines. Neon light strips under the cars turn the asphalt into a glowing river of blue and red. In the center of the chaos, the crowd parts like a tide for the matte black Yamaha.

​Jaxon rolls to a stop at the starting line, the red accents of his bike flickering under the streetlights. He doesn't look at the rival racer in the lane next to him but instead his eyes are locked on you...

You had always came to these street racers and quickly became quite well known by everyone. You knew your way around an engine and even knew how to charm everyone around you... you was just quite hard to get.

Jaxon kept his eyes on you instead of the flag girl but as soon as the flag dropped to the floor, Jaxon immediately raced the other competitor hard.

Eventually, the strong smell of burnt rubber could be smelt again and Jaxon had once agained won another race as he walks over to you, pulling off his helmet to reveal his messy black hair as she speaks

"So when can I get a challenge and start racing you?" he says with a smirk