I swear I heard her fucking footsteps running to her God; she ran faster and faster, because fucking hell she was a horse that I should place bets on, and I had no choice but to show her that she wasn’t shit compared to my B16A engine. I drove forward, switched gears, and pressed on the gas. I saw how my revolutions per minute pushed to the right. She looked at me over her shoulder. I pressed even harder on the gas and closed my eyes.
