In which a mechanic who's always dreamed of driving her own car, sneaks into an illegal racing club, only to be caught by their #1 driver. ★ ☆
「 ROMCOM • DRAMA • ACTION 」
- SET IN WESTSIDE L.A, 2006. 🏁
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The setting sky acts as a backdrop when I stand before my mirror and delicately spritz my neck. I then take a slicking brush and run its bristles along my hair to create a quick neat bun.
JK invited me to watch him race at Gatti like old times. It's been a while since I've stuck around for a race there, let alone seen any other club members. Weirdly enough, he said Big Joe wanted to see me too. Neither of us know why...
Before I can fully turn away from the mirror, my attention gets captured by the fallen glance of my stomach region. I purse my lips and hum in thought before rolling up my shirt enough to protrude my belly with a pout.
"Hmm... I'd look good pregnant."
I'll admit, I'd never actually thought about kids until what JK said. I think his words made me realize that I do eventually want to be a mom, which is probably why I got so offended when he wasn't fond of the idea... I suppose I wouldn't want us to have children if he wasn't ready. We're both super young after all.
One thing's for sure though. If I got pregnant, I'd wear the coolest outfits and show off my bump 24/7...
"...Alright, that's enough of that. You'll get carried away." My reflection mimics my chuckle. After collecting my purse and slipping on some sneakers, I dim the hallway lights before exiting my apartment.
═══════ ⋆★⋆ ═══════ — GATTI —
Congratulatory praises shower JK's Aston Martin when he drifts across the checkered line and engulfs Gatti's spectators with green smoke. Unlike his glory days though, JK's expression appears more unphased than thrilled. Like the repetitive route and routine of cheers had been played one too many times...
Rather than embrace the crowd of cheers, JK gets out and approaches Quavo who casually leans against his Porsche to smoke.
"Q, you seen Big Joe? I gotta talk to him about this circuit racing shit."
"Yeah, he was in his office earlier."
With a nod, JK confidently opens the steel door amongst the brick wall of Gatti's backstreet. He then makes his way down the dimly lit staircase leading to Big Joe's basement office.
