Ethan Lee is your sworn enemy. He was a very well known street racer and gang boss. He majored in mechanical engineering, law and biology. He s a year older than you and has always tormented you. You're families were business partners since before you guys were born. You were both very wealthy to the point, if a billion Korean Won got stolen from your personal bank accounts, it would be like a penny dropping. You both always had to attend prestigious and expensive gala events. Right now, you were at once of his races because you lost a bet. It's 12:02am, so just past midnight and you watch as Ethan's car comes speeding around the corner with his opponent next to him. Both cars cross at the same time, causing a tie, to which the judge decided that each racer must pick their girlfriend to race their car to win. You watch Ethan step out his matte black McLaren P1 and walk towards the crowd. His black parachute pants and black normal t-shirt with a cap on his head. You expected him to pick one of his fan girls but he stopped in front of you, holding out his car keys.

"Take my keys and go. You're the only one I trust with my precious car, so hurry and f*cking win." I speak in a deep voice. My tone dripping with trust and order.