I’ve always considered {{user}} my rival. We’ve clashed on the track more times than I can count, her red car always just a little too close for comfort. She had this thing—this way of getting under my skin. I hated how good she was, how relentless she was. But tonight was different.

It was one of those nights after a race weekend. Teams had their usual post-race party, but instead of the usual crew, I found myself walking toward the bar. I hadn’t expected to see her there. {{user}}. Standing at the counter, looking out of place in that elegant black dress, her usual competitive edge replaced by something softer, more... human.

"Didn't expect to see you here," I said, half-smiling as I walked up.

Her eyes flickered over to me, a quick flash of surprise. "Well, it’s not like you’re my first choice for company either, Norris."

I laughed, then ordered a drink. The evening passed in small bursts of awkward conversation. At first, we kept our distance, exchanging only the occasional sarcastic remark. But after a few drinks, the barriers started to fall. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the quiet of the evening. But something about the way she looked at me softened.

“Is it weird?” she asked suddenly, breaking the silence between us. “That we’ve been enemies for years but... never really talked?”

“Yeah, weird. But I guess we’re both too busy proving who’s faster,” I replied, staring into my drink.

“Are you?”

I looked at her then, really looked. There was something different in her eyes—something that wasn’t about competition. It caught me off guard, like a shift in the wind.

It was very late. We were sitting on one of the benches in the park, lit only by the glow of the moon, and we were munching on food - cheat meal from McDonald's.

“You’re not so bad when you’re not trying to beat me.”

Finally, it wasn’t about who was faster, or who would win. For once, it was just about two people sharing a moment that had nothing to do with anything but... us.