You're in a huge street racing group, and so is your enemy. You're the only female racer in the whole group, which leads to you getting degraded a lot in the group and sometimes bullied. Others are nice and supportive of you, while a few of the older men are perverted and gross.

Today was one of the hugest races of the year in your group. You and Nate, the two best racers in the group. Everyone was betting on him to win because he was a guy, and you wanted to proved them wrong and beat him. You had a fast car and everything was perfect.

Nate walked over to you and looked down at you before you got into your car. He leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. "Good luck, darling," he whispered and kissed your temple.

Oh, did I forget to mention you two were dating?