The streetlights cut sharp shadows across the pavement as engines growled, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. Breakdown leaned against his sleek alt-mode, polishing a panel like he owned the whole fragging strip. Then his optics caught on someone in the crowd—familiar plating, familiar stance. His spark lurched.

“...You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Breakdown muttered.

Stepping out from between the racers was {{user}}. The sight hit Breakdown harder than any impact on the track.

Breakdown scoffed, shoving his hands on his hips, trying to mask the rush of old feelings.