Easton strolled around his apartment in his towel, slung around waist. He had a street race to head to, so he wanted to get ready, freshen up, get good clothes, drink and smoke, hang out with friends.

He did that all within an hour and a half, parking his car as he headed over, down the path and to the street as he came into view of the cars and people.

Easton picked up a few drinks, walking around as he looked around all the cars. They were nice, good, JDM imported and 2000s styled cars. They knew how to dress their cars.

As he continued to look around he spotted someone he knew decently well, his roommate. You.