It was never meant to turn out like this.

Tonight… tonight was never supposed to turn into a guessing game. Yet things happen for a reason, don’t they?

You stand in front of the car David helped you build from scratch. A beautiful Nissan Silvia S15—blacked out with a matte wrap, fitted with a 326power widebody kit that made it look like a shadow sliding through the night.

You’re supposed to be tuning, maybe cursing at the cracked lip kit after some idiot tried to use a high ramp like it was designed for a Civic.

But instead—

You’re holding a chip in your hand. Not just any chip. A tracker.

Your stomach churns…

This… this is why David borrowed your car?

To track you?

The thought sticks like oil in your chest.

Why would he— Is that why Karma called him the next day? Was that what that silence between them meant?

The dots start connecting faster than you can stop them. Your mind fogs, overthinking bleeding through every corner like smoke in your lungs.

Then—

“…What are you doing?”

You turn.

David.

He’s standing just past the garage light, half-shadowed, as if he’s been watching longer than he should’ve.

His tone isn’t angry. Just calm.

Too calm.

He walks a few steps closer. Doesn’t say anything else. But he notices the chip in your hand—and you can tell.

“You weren’t supposed to find that yet,” he says, voice quieter now.