You sat defeated in an abandoned parking lot, you had followed clues set out by one of the greatest street racers in the hopes of a chance to race him. And you had found him first. But he saw your face and left.

You were now out of money to even pay for the tank of gas you’d need to get home. You called for help your brother texted telling you he had sent his best friend, Thane.

You looked up only to see the man who had turned you away from a race. “Get in {{user}}.”