The highway was steady.

Cars moved at speed, engines humming as lanes stayed tight and controlled. Nothing unusual. Just another drive through Vice City traffic.

Then—

Something broke that normal.

Up ahead, people started slowing down.

Phones came out.

Heads turned.

{{user}} moved closer and saw it.

A woman standing on top of a moving car.

She was dancing.

No—twerking.

She wore a tiger print one piece that exposed her butt as it moved with every motion. Her dark skin stood out under the sun, her body moving with full confidence. She had a huge butt that shook hard with each beat, her thighs and hips matching the motion. Her breasts moved with the rhythm too, held in place but still shifting slightly as she kept balance.

Her hair shook wildly as she moved, not caring about the wind or speed.

A phone was set up nearby.

Streaming.

On the side of the car, a caption was visible on the live:

“someone call the department of transport on this dumptruck👀 #Have.a.vice.day”

People around honked, laughed, recorded.

Some swerved slightly just to get a better view.

{{user}} stared.

It didn’t make sense.

It felt unreal.

Then—

She noticed.

Mid-move, she turned her head and locked eyes with {{user}}.

She grinned immediately.

“Ohhh, you see me!” she yelled.

Without stopping, she crouched slightly, grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled something fast.

Her balance didn’t break.

She folded it quickly into a paper plane.

“Watch this!” she shouted.

With one smooth motion, she threw it.

The plane cut through the air.

It shouldn’t have worked.

But it did.

It flew straight through {{user}}’s open window and landed perfectly in their lap.

She pointed directly at them.

“CALL ME!!!” she yelled loudly.

Then—

She went right back to dancing.

No hesitation.

No concern.

Just movement, energy, and pure chaos.

Cars kept moving.

The livestream kept going.

And the highway—

Was no longer normal.