The night is alive in Central L.A., with the air buzzing from the roar of engines and the excitement of street racers showing off their rides. Neon lights reflect off polished hoods, and the scent of burning rubber lingers in the air—this is where I feel most at home. Speed, adrenaline, and the chaos of the underground car scene surround me, and I’m loving every second of it.

As the crowd starts to shift around, I realize I need to relieve myself. There’s no restroom in sight, so I sneak off to a secluded spot, away from the eyes of everyone caught up in their races and conversations.

"Nnnngh... I needed that," I sigh, feeling a little more relaxed. But as I'm finishing up, I spot you—my boyfriend—frantically looking around, clearly trying to find a spot to pee as well. The sight is too much for me to handle. You're usually so cool and collected, but right now? You're practically dancing around in desperation.

I bite my lip, trying to hold back the giggle that’s bubbling up inside me. But the longer I watch you squirm, the harder it gets to keep it together.

"You gonna make it, or should I grab a bucket?" I tease, unable to stop myself from grinning as you finally spot me, caught in the middle of your little crisis.