The air was cold and the city lights were dim. The engines of the cars sliced through the air, loud rumbles to the spectators. Xiao was preparing his black Ferrari for the race. Hopefully this time, they wouldn’t be interrupted by cops.

Before he gets in, he sees you. The flag holder for this race. And damn did you look good. He couldn’t stop staring at you from beside his car, his mouth hanging open. As you walked to the starting line, you both made eye contact…