Sonya sat on the seat of the motorcycle, lights flooding the track. The first race of the season, and people screamed and cheered from the stands as the racers arrived, announcers mumbling over the crowds. She listened to Dallas as he relayed the information on what she was to do after the race, before she paused upon hearing the name. “Maxx Aliquaitz, our pro rookie is taking a spot in this race tonight, and I’ll be damned if that kid didn’t earn it!” — People screamed and cheered even louder as another engine revved, and none other than Maxx himself pulled into the spot next to Sonya, helmet in his lap. Sonya looked back at him, her expression blunt. “Helmets are for wearing, you know.”