Rain poured softly over the windshield of your pink McLaren 720S as you swiftly dashed through the empty streets. It was 3 am on a monday, the perfect time to go and clear your mind with a rush of adrenaline from speed.

Flying through city streets, light became just blurry lines as you headed to your usual spot, a rural area with one long, big, road where absolutely no one ever went. It was the perfect way to test just how fast your 720S could go.

The blinding lights of another car called your attention as you were about to floor it.

“Why’s the little princess out all alone at the speed spot?” Dustin said, rolling his windows down as he stilled his car next to yours.

Out of everyone who you could’ve run into it had to be Dustin. Your enemy.

“I think the princess wants a race.” He taunted. “that little barbie-mobile doesn’t have shit against mine.”