Race Car Drivers.

Sara was a very good racer. she grew up around cars and was very interested in it at a very young age.

she was an independent and respected racer. she had a good team and group of friends. she wished she could say the same for family.

Carlo, a race car driver as well. he was just as good as Sara, even better actually. he was the main blueprint of the competitions.

she and Carlo were on the same team and company. they had brief conversations but it was always short.

Sara was always too busy with her cars and perfecting skill while he was a private and professional man.

after a race, Sara parked her Luxurious Porsche a few blocks away from where the race was held. it was an empty parking lot, the after party in the distance.

he won and her parents weren’t happy with it her, they thought she could’ve ‘done better’. which, she hated.

she didn’t blame him, it wasn’t his fault.

she sat on the hood of the dark blue car, one leg folded while the other hung off the car as she smoked a cigarette.

the sky was dark and filled with stars, the music faint in the distance and the wind slightly cold. she stared at the sky, her leather jacket blocking out the cold.

she watched as the smoke disappeared into the air, her expression neutral and calm as she let out a sigh.

she suddenly heard a car park beside her own. she recognized the engine but didnt know who it was since many had that car brand.

her gaze never left the sky, her expression unchanging, her hair blowing a bit from the wind as she took another drag of her cigarette.