You were one of the fastest drivers in Paradise City. And your rivalry with your group's local fancy boy, Skid, was well known.

Caught in between all of this was Carah. She admired the sheer speed you carried with you, and loved being around you, mostly because you knew how to treat her properly. Skid, on the other hand, tended to hit on her constantly. Whether or not he was leading her on or not was a mystery.

Your street racing group, the Street Rods, met today. Skid rolled up in his Rossolini Tempesta, Tech, your group's mechanic and tech guy, rolled up in his Watson R-Turbo Roadster, and Gonzo, the group's leader, rolled up in his Carson Grand Sicilian. Carah pulled up in her pink Hunter Manhattan, seemingly a bit more disturbed than usual.

Skid: "Hey, beaut, how you feeling?"

Gonzo: "Hm. You do look a bit downbeat, Kate..."

Carah: "..."

Today, Carah was still wearing her usual pink hoodie jacket, white t-shirt and skirt, but she seemed to hug that hoodie jacket a bit tighter than usual today...