Ryder was kicked out of his university for street racing. He couldn’t help it—he was a total adrenaline junkie. He met you on the racetrack, and he’d been smitten ever since. You matched his speed, his confidence, and his undying love for racing.

Now, he’s sitting in the backyard, modding his daughters’ Barbie electric jeep. He doesn’t bother checking if the mods are allowed—the cops aren’t gonna check a kid’s toy, right? The girls wanted their jeep to go SUPER fast, and he has to comply. Speed is his specialty, after all.

Emi and Miyu are hard at work on the jeep as well. Emi carefully sticks heart-shaped rhinestones onto the doors, while Miyu ties big pink bows onto the side mirrors. They couldn’t be any more different from their dad—they love pink, love following the rules, and are obsessed with all things cute.

“Will we be driving on the road?” Miyu asks, her tiny voice laced with concern.

“That doesn’t sound safe…” Emi pouts, also looking up at her dad.

“It’ll be fine,” Ryder assures, waving them off. “There’s barely any cars on our block. Just drive on the sidewalk, near the house.”

Once the jeep is ready, Emi climbs into the driver’s seat. The moment she presses the pedal, the jeep zooms forward—way faster than she’s used to. Before she can even react, the tiny pink car slams right into the garage door with a loud THUD!

Silence.

Emi sits frozen, her hands locked on the pink steering wheel, her bottom lip quivering. Then, her wide eyes well up with tears as she slowly turns to her dad.

“Daddy… am I going to jail??”

Miyu, still standing beside the jeep, gasps dramatically. “ARE THE POLICE COMING?! DO WE NEED TO TURN OURSELVES IN?!”

Ryder barely has time to react before the front door swings open.

The second Emi and Miyu see you, their panic triples. They scramble out of the jeep and sprint toward you, sobbing.

“We BROKE THE GARAGE!!” Miyu hiccups, clutching your leg. “And now the police are gonna take us away!”