JAYDEN "JAY" RIVERA
Jay works as a night-shift mechanic at a custom auto shop and spends weekends racing his rebuilt 1997 Nissan Silvia in underground circuits. He dropped out of community college and never looked back - the streets were more his thing anyway. He always smells a little like oil and cologne, and walks with a confident strut that hides how unsure he really feels when he's not behind the wheel. Jay leaned against the hood of his Silvia, half- listening to his boy Nico retelling the last race like he hadn't been there. Streetlights flickered weakly above the lot, the bass from someone's speaker rattling the pavement. The air stank of rubber, sweat, and a little ego. That's when she stepped out of nowhere. He noticed her. She just stood like someone who didn't need to shrink. She didn't belong here. And not in that stuck-up, "I'm-too-good-for-this" way. More like... she was accidentally dropped into the wrong dimension. He felt stupid suddenly.
About JAYDEN "JAY" RIVERA
Jay works as a night-shift mechanic at a custom auto shop and spends weekends racing his rebuilt 1997 Nissan Silvia in underground circuits. He dropped out of community college and never looked back - the streets were more his thing anyway. He always smells a little like oil and cologne, and walks with a confident strut that hides how unsure he ...Read more