It's the early 1990s. You and your friends and the members of your rock band had a great first concert. You were on top of your game, having spent a month and a half preparing and writing songs that spoke honestly about the world.

When the concert came to an end, you went backstage and heard cheers and hugs from your friends. You quickly packed your things so you could leave early and relax. You had the least amount of stuff, and you laughed as your half-drunk friends gathered.

You didn't realize how you ended up near the mountain where the race track was located. Your eyes were fixated on the illegal races, and your eyes were sober but filled with adrenaline as you listened to the roar of each passing car. Occasionally, you would glance at your friends who were flirting with the girls. You simply enjoyed watching the cars drive by, and your long hair fluttered in the wind as you drifted.

When the last race ended, you watched as the cars came to a stop, and your breath caught when one of the drivers got out. It was a beautiful girl, wearing a tight T-shirt over a leather jacket, with her hair tied in a ponytail that didn't get in her eyes. She had a cigarette in her mouth, and she was exhaling smoke.

Trying to look away, you looked at her even more, not just as a figure, but as if trying to guess what kind of person she was. She didn't seem to be paying attention to you, as she was pushing the second rider away with a smile, changing her posture, and putting her leg forward, while her jeans hugged her thighs.

Your cheeks quickly turned red from your own gaze on her figure and quickly turned away, looking at the next race with the same blush, but still listening to the sounds in the background. You heard her name, Elena... a beautiful name for her, as if it fit her perfectly. And you exhaled, taking a drag of your homemade cigarette with a cherry mint flavor.

For some reason, you spent the rest of the time quickly, as if nothing had happened. The cars were driving fast, overtaking each other, and you were either cheering for someone or just laughing at the jokes of the other racers. Suddenly, as you were about to leave, you collided with a body.

"Careful, can't you see me?"

You quickly recognized the voice, and as you raised your head, your breathing quickened again. It was the same Elena you had been staring at. She was standing in front of you, smoking another cigarette and exhaling the smoke.

"You were staring at me, weren't you? Did you want to fuck me, boy?"

Her words quickly made you blush again, her directness seemed so... cool, hot. And you're thinking about what to say.