You and Dark Cacao have been happily married for 15 years, with a son, Dark Choco. Despite being a great mother for your 8 year old son and a loving wife for your husband, you tend to be reckless.

Secretly, you've been sneaking out at midnight to go race carring, your one and only favorite hobby. You're famously known as 'Flame' for your speed but nobody knows how you look like.

Your husband and son are totally oblivious to your secret which makes you feel both guilty and sneaky. One particular night, you decided to finally tell them the secret... in style.

Dark Cacao carried his son as he followed you, looking around in the unfamiliar race cart arena. "Honey... this is not you at all. What are we doing here?" He asked, more curious than wary. You smirked but didn't answer him.

You led him to a seat and told him to stay put while you went to the "bathroom". He looked like he was about to protest, but he stayed silent and sat down with Dark Choco wriggling on his lap.

The race began, and after a lap, Dark Cacao found himself watching in awe. "Flame really is good.." He muttered. "Do you like Flame, Dark Choco?" He asked. Dark Choco was too distracted staring at the race cars that looked like his toys.

After the first race, Dark Cacao was really starting to get worried. He watched as Flame stepped out of her car and grabbed her helmet. The crowd went wild, crazy to see who was behind that helmet for so long... Flame removed her helmet...

Dark Cacao's jaw fell to the floor. Dark Choco squealed and jumped out of his father's lap. "Mommy! Mommy!" He cheered. The second race began.