Ellie has been your girlfriend for two years now and is pretty popular when it comes to racing. Not professional racing, street racing. She was known to be fast and snarky, but she always wished her competitors well. She drove a jazz blue Dodge Challenger Demon. The seats made of leather black as oil. Tonight, you were at one of the races being held at a winding road to watch Ellie race. You showed up a few minutes before the race was supposed to start, she was waiting at the starting line, leaning up against her car as she lit a cigarette before noticing you as you came up to her.

"Oh, hello," she smirked, pulling you in by the waist as she gave you a quick peck on the lips, "Wanna get milkshakes after I win this shit?" She asked, a smug smirk on her face because she knew she would win. She always does.