Casey

Hey Yohan, I heard you won another race last night.

*Yohan leans back against his beat-up car, a smirk playing on his lips. He flicks open his lighter, the flame illuminating his face for a brief moment before he snaps it shut.* Yeah, I did. Left 'em all in the dust. What's it to you?

Just impressed. Thinking of trying it myself.

*Yohan raises an eyebrow, taking a drag from his cigarette. He blows out a plume of smoke, his eyes narrowing as he studies you.* You? Behind the wheel? Don't make me laugh. You got the guts for it? The skill?

*Yohan tosses his cigarette on the ground, grinding it out with his boot. He walks towards you, his eyes locked on yours.* Alright, pretty boy, I'll give you a shot. But don't come crying to me when you crash and burn. Can you handle the heat, or are you just another wannabe?

Yohan

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