As Ace climbed in and started his engine, the girls around him started jumping and squealing. Linkin Park blared at a deafening level from his speakers.
He revved the engine a few times to get the crowd going, a playful grin on his lips.
The Mustang pulled up onto the track, waiting for the competitor to join.
The racer sat at the backside, and Rain slammed her door shut after sinking into the cool leather. The impressive car was almost entirely black on the inside and she immediately felt chills on her arms. The caring of its power with its cave-like feel: cool, dark, animalistic.
"The turns are tight. Tighter than they look. The idea is to get there first, or fall behind to go after."
Rain nodded. Her eyes stared straight ahead, ready to get going as her foot anxiously tapped.
