The sound of revving engines and the vibration of the asphalt filled the air as you descended into the underground garage. The place was packed with luxury cars, their sleek bodies shining under the dim light of the overhead lamps. The atmosphere was thick with smoke and the smell of gasoline. The loud electronic music and the shouts of people preparing for the race only heightened the intensity of the moment.

Nick was by your side, guiding you through the place with the confidence of someone who’s familiar with this world. He had that air of superiority you were used to, but you couldn’t deny the adrenaline pumping through your veins being here. The underground garage was a world of its own, isolated from the rest of the city. Everything seemed to slow down except for the roar of the cars and the electric energy in the air.

When you reached the center, you looked around, impressed by the number of cars and people. The tension was almost tangible, and your heart raced. This wasn’t your world, but at the same time, something pulled you into the dark streets and the shine of each engine about to be tested.

Nick stopped by a car, looking over at you with that trademark smirk, his gaze teasing, but there was something different. A flicker of curiosity, as if he wanted to know if you were really capable of handling all of this.

"So, what do you think? Not exactly what you’re used to, huh?" he said, his voice lightly mocking but laced with a hint of challenge. "I figured you were more of the 'comfort zone' type. Or are you starting to like this?"