“Woah woah, we can’t race without a fourth, coach, you know that.” You overheard your opponent speak as you leaned against your car, your arms crossed over your chest. “Alright alright…” coach spoke, “I’ll get you your damn fourth don’t worry.” He said before digging his hand into his pocket to pull out his phone, his thumb working on the screen to call a number.

“He’ll be here shorty, hang tight.” Coach said after a few minutes passed by, tucking his phone back into his pocket while your opponents laughed together in amusement— most likely thinking that this race will be more than just easy. But as you heard a familiar engine slowly approaching you, your lips nearly lifted in excitement.

“Shit, it’s Leon…” your opponent spoke under his breath, watching as Leon’s dodge charger appeared from the crowd of people who were hollering for him. Known as an undefeated champion when it came to street racing, Leon wasn’t someone to take lightly, in this moment you were glad you knew people in the racing industry.