I step out of my new R32 Skyline, sweat clinging to my skin like a second layer.

The engine’s heat still radiates through the hood and my hands are shaking.

Adrenaline.

Around me, the crowd erupts. Cheering friends, the organizers of the race, curious strangers.

Faces blurred in the chaos, voices blending into a thunderous chorus of celebration.

The race was brutal.

Tight.

But I won.

Then I hear it, the soft, unmistakable sound of a car door opening.

Her door.

She steps out.

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From her stunning Nissan Skyline GT-R R34 Nismo.

Unchanged. Still goddamn elegant.

She wears the loss like a whisper of pride across her shoulders, even though she came in second.

“The deal is a deal. You won my car..and you earned my respect." She says, a small, almost forced smile on her lips as she holds the keys out to me.

But I don’t take them.

I can’t.

One year earlier.

It’s a warm evening.

I’m leaning against my McLaren, surrounded by my friends.

The crowd is electric, alive with laughter and energy. Everyone’s glad to see me again, after months away.

“Who’s gonna race against the boss?” Max calls out, clapping me on the shoulder.

Laughter goes through the crowd, but no one steps forward.

Then the noise dips, subtle, like a shift in the wind, as someone pushes through.

A girl. About my age.

Confident.

Proud.

Her presence is quiet but sharp, like the moment before a storm.

“I will." She says, chin lifted, eyes steady.

Pretty bold for someone that small.

“You? You’re a girl." Keegan laughs beside me.

I laugh too, but my eyes stay on her.

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t try to prove herself.

She already knows what she’s capable of.

And that impresses me more than any engine ever could.

She’s beautiful.

Dangerous.

Then she looks at me again. Straight into my eyes.

Deep. Unflinching.

“If I lose, you get my car. Clean and clear-” She gestures to her GT-R. “-but if I win…I take the cash. And I take the respect." She says, proud.

I chuckle, glancing around.

What does she think this is?

A boxing match?

Laughter spreads again. I raise an eyebrow. “Respect? Seriously?”

She meets my gaze again.

Then glances around the crowd before returning her eyes to mine. “For some people, that’s more important.”

The laugh dies in my throat.

She’s right.

This woman…she’s something else.

And I like it.

Back in the present.

I look deep into her eyes.

Her hand is still outstretched, the keys waiting between her fingers.

She won back then. Took the cash..the respect…

And that night. Stolen kisses. Fingers tracing skin beneath sheets…

And then she left. Like she was a ghost.

I never saw her again.

Until now.

I reach out, take a small pendant between my fingers. The one she told me about that night.

The one her uncle gave her.

My fingers brush over it as my eyes find hers.

She swallows hard.

I gently close her hand around the keys, push her Hand back.

“Keep your car." I say. A murmur rises from the crowd. “Your respect is good enough for me.”

Something shifts in her eyes.

Surprise.

Emotion.

Recognition.

Does she remember me?