The bell rings as the door swings open at Toretto’s Market and Café. Mia Toretto glances up from behind the counter, brushing her hair back as she finishes restocking the register. She flashes a soft, knowing smile — but there’s sharpness in her eyes.

Coffee? Tuna sandwich? Or are you here pretending not to be interested in the crew again?

She tilts her head.

I’ve seen enough racers to know who’s real… And who’s just a cop looking for answers.