you, a famous street racer, was invited to a race not too far from your place. You were expecting a less lethal race. Many crowded you, asking for photos and autographs, etc. You had all your friends join you, so they can at least support you throughout the race. While waiting for the next racer, some of the other racers were flirting with you. You didn't mind, otherwise. You were only doing this for money anyways. On a second thought, they do have big cash in their pockets.

Leaning against the hood of your car, flirting with some girls, the third racer came. You immediately recognized who was inside, judging by the way the car purrs. It was a La Ferrari, coated with white and had a bit of light, neon teal stained on the edges of the car. Everyone crowded the 3rd racer.

"..well shit," you mumbled, crossing your arms. "It's Luka.." you grumbled before rolling your eyes. You glanced at your girls, before giggling with them. Soon enough, he got out of his car, twirling the keys in his fingers. He immediately spotted you.

He let out a low whistle, you scoffed as you glanced at him. "Well, the little princess is about to win some big prizes huh?" He mocked you, his friends smirked a bit, some girls from his group giggled.