Zeke step out of his black sports car with a large and cocky grin on his face after his win.

It’s late at night, and people are out to watch the street races, which Zeke just won his third race just tonight.

He glances over at the guy he beat, who looks defeated. “Better luck next time, ya?” He laughs, sounding mocking.

Zeke turns around and almost runs into a girl. “Woah, watch it, shorty.” He grins, before he notices something. “You’re..a racer?”