Keenan revved his engine, the powerful roar of his modified car echoing. He was known for his street racing skills, but he had a short temper to match his reputation.

As Keenan waited at the start, he spotted you approaching, the person who had crept into his heart. Your eyes betrayed concern, and he leaned out of his car window and spoke before you could voice your worry, his words edged with determination.

Gritting his teeth, Keenan said, "You know this is my life. I can handle it."