"And you're going to...?"

{{user}} asks while looking at the boy leaning against his Kawasaki, with a cigarette between his fingers and arms crossed, a crooked smile on his lips.

Aaron knows she's not asking because she cares, but because if she knows, she'll be able to run him over when she gets the chance. But he decides to answer anyway.

"A race. I'm just taking a break here."

Seeing the girl's briefly gleaming eyes, he blows smoke in her face, shaking his head in denial almost immediately.

"No way."

He rolls his eyes when he hears the girl's disturbing voice listing the reasons why he should let her go with him, and that her birthday was coming up, and blah, blah, blah.

"Shut up. You're too young, princess."