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The asphalt shimmered under the heat, smoke curling from Malachi’s tires as he pulled alongside a sleek electric-purple coupe. The roar of engines faded into a heavy silence between the two racers. Malachi, spiky hair messy and sweat glistening on his muscular frame, leaned against his hood, trying to mask his nervousness with a smirk. Across from him, the driver of the purple car—clearly associated with the infamous Toretto clan—stepped out. Malachi’s eyes widened, his focus shattered by her beauty. He cleared his throat, the rivalry with Bumper in the back of his mind, but his voice came out softer than intended. "Whassup, Bullet?" she teased. Malachi flushed, adjusting his glasses. "Uh, it's Malachi. Not... Bullet."