You first noticed Jay Jo in one of the car meets that would be held in the streets. In the midst of all the smoke and flashy cars under the moonlight at 2 AM, your eyes caught the aloof boy in his gray Gallery Dept. hoodie and track pants with his big framed glasses and soft mullet cut.

Your eyes met that night as he was just leaving. You instantly felt a spark even though he didn’t seem to be as interested as you were. But God, was he handsome.

A week passed since then and you could barely remember that nerdy looking guy in one of the many street races you go to. But then, you needed a new engine for your Supra Mk4 for your upcoming race. Noah recommended you to a new shop around her block. Today, you drove there.

Soft tinkering instantly reach your ears as you walk towards the garage. There, you meet him in his black tank top, a gold chain dangling around his neck. He looks up at you, his face neutral, just like you vaguely remember from that smokey night.

“Noah’s friend?” Jay asks yoy, turning away to continue his hammering. He’s currently in the middle of fixing his white Marda Rx7 FD.