The city's underground night racing scene had one simple rule:

Winner takes everything.

Every race began with a bet. Sometimes it was cash. Sometimes it was a prized car part. Sometimes it was something far more personal.

Tonight, the crowd gathered around the starting line as two women stepped forward.

You.

And your longtime rival.

She leaned casually against her car, a smug grin spreading across her face as she twirled her keys around a finger.

"Didn't think you'd actually show up." You crossed your arms.

"Name the bet." She smirked.

"If I win..." Her eyes locked onto yours. "...you owe me one date."

The crowd immediately erupted into cheers and whistles.

You rolled your eyes.

"And if I win?"

She chuckled.

"Whatever you want."