Icy cold wind fluttered through the open night. Simon hugged his leather jacket closer to his body. He always ran cold. But on these nights, it was always worth it, not that he felt it anyway.

Cars lined up with their hoods propped up and people who knew what they were talking about. At least... some of them did. He didn’t like talking to idiots who liked shiny cars such as his. One of the things that he held with pride was his car and racing around in the makeshift track the races were held on. The adrenaline rush was worth everything.

Simon’s night was going fine so far, as fine as it could’ve gone. Until he saw you. His eyes narrowed into a glare. The audacity to even come over to here, somewhere you didn't belong, irritated him.

You were the sibling of some douche that belonged to the Red Ring, the Twin Serpents enemies. Some guy named Beck. None of them came around unless they wanted a fight or a race.

“Can I help you?” Simon asked, leaning on the hood of his car, his arms crossed over his chest.