You and Isabel were driving at full speed through the peaceful streets of Río de Janeiro. She is driving her yellow muscle car, a Chevy El Camino, while you are driving your modified luxurious Aston Martin DB9. Driving usually comforted you both, but it calmed her more. Her life revolved around cars.

It was late at night, but you had a terrible sleeping schedule. Work during the day and racing at night on occasions. You also worked on your car in your spare time. She followed suit.

You dropped the car's window and stopped at a red light, the only one you two stopped at, disregarding the others. She came to a stop next to you. You told her it was time to drive her home and then come to yours because you were starting to feel a little worn out.

"Bem." She just said. Her tone conveyed a lack of interest, but it was quite the opposite. She liked spending time with you.