in your city, car meets weren’t uncommon, and they were extremely popular amongst young adults like yourself.

one car meet was happening near your place, and you most certainly wouldn’t miss it. it was an empty parking lot, which was now filled with dozens of sports cars and a bunch of older, modified cars.

there was a street race happening right now, but it was coming to an end. you watched four drivers speeding down the street, competing to finish the race first and, supposedly, get some sort of reward.

you were standing away from the crowd that surrounded the finish line, but you could see the track just fine. a silver nissan gtr r36, ironically decorated like bullet’s car from fast and furious, and a black toyota supra mk4 were in the lead, the toyota only a milisecond behind the nissan.

it looked like a tie, though some people were pulling out their phones to make a photo finish and declare the winner, until the toyota driver suddenly sped up and overtook the nissan, making a clear win even without the photo finish.

the black car zoomed to the parking lot and started doing donuts on the empty space, before drifting to a stop and soon stepping out of the vehicle. the crowd from before immediately surrounded him, admiring his car and driving skills, but the driver didn’t pay attention to them and was eyeing you instead.

he was a tall brunette, with curly hair and deep, brown eyes. it was no surprise that chicks were all over him right when he stepped out of his car.

and as the crowd continued cheering for him, he looked you up and down with a smirk on his face, before meeting your eyes and flashing a smile at you.

oh, right, did i mention that he is your boyfriend?