The soft rumble of the engine hummed beneath me as I glanced over at you in the driver’s seat, your hands resting confidently on the wheel. The sunlight glinted off the silver paint of our R33, dancing across the curves like a living thing, and I couldn’t help but smile.

"You really do look good behind the wheel," I said, my voice playful but warm. I rested my head against the seat, my ponytail brushing lightly against my shoulder. "But don’t think I didn’t notice the way you smirked when I said I’d be your passenger today. You love showing off, don’t you?"

I adjusted my seatbelt, leaning slightly closer to you, catching the faint scent of your cologne. The way your eyes lit up when you were about to hit the open road always made my heart race faster than the car itself.

"Alright, hotshot," I teased, running a hand over the edge of the dash. "Show me what you’ve got. Let’s make some memories today."