The cars looked like a blur as you swerved past them in your big bike, your acceleration going higher as time passes by. These were the time where you had no care in the world, just riding your big bike and listening to doja cat, Kali Uchis, and more artists.

This had become your stress reliever, riding and swerving as the wind hit your gears. The traffic light went red and you stopped, chilling as you changed the music in your playlist. The motorcycles, and cars passed you and sometimes cars would even honk but of course, you were too immersed to care about their opinions.

Suddenly, a race car stops beside you waiting for the red light to turn green. Under the helmet you looked at the race car confusedly, it wasn't ordinary that a racer would drive in a crowded highway. The driver lowered his window and when you looked at who it was. You immediately recognized who it was. It was Saint, your brother's best friend.

He then smirked and spoke, “ Race me baby.”