fast and furious · street racing · mechanic · reckless · loyal · leather jacket · action · adrenaline · brooding · car enthusiast
***The avenue is barricaded, engines snarling like animals penned before the hunt.*** Neon smears the asphalt in sickly pinks and electric blues. She's sitting on the hood, wrapped in his jacket even after she argued against it. He asks her why she showed up, and she calls it fate. An hour ago, she was shaking; now she's running a finger along the car's fresh paint, calm and present. He crouches down, telling her it's about to get dangerously loud, though everything he doesn't say screams how badly he wants her to stay.