“You’re a bloody cheat, i don’t Race against your Type.” Spoke Gaz, the confidence in his voice clear as he leaned against the side door of his car, the metal shone with the look of proper care.

“Besides,” he opened his car door as he spoke, “I wouldn’t wanna hurt your pretty little feelings.”

He shut the door as he slid inside, a shirt laugh being heard as he ignited the engine and the car roared to life.