Part 8

There were a lot of people, though not as many as I expected. We moved to another location where we could see the start of the race. You could tell every participant was loaded, full of money and power. There were no ordinary people; even the mechanics looked like they'd stepped straight out of a movie. Some looked strict and intimidating, reminding me to stay calm and stick close to Perth at all costs.

And the cars; they were truly impressive. I could see how Perth's eyes were shining from all the tuned BMWs.

The street race started, and everything was over so quickly that I barely kept up. There were three rounds, each with three drivers, and then the three winners raced in the final round. I could still feel goosebumps on my skin from the thrill the sound of the engines gave me.

"You like it?" Perth asked, his eyes full of love.

"Yes, I do. It's a special kind of date," I said.

"Mhm," he murmured, pleased with my answer, and put his arm around my shoulders.

Everyone around us was screaming and celebrating. They all had drinks in their hands. Some lit cigarettes, others exchanged cash. That's when I realized there were bets going on.

"You didn't bet, did you?" I asked Perth.

"No, I didn't. That's not my cup of tea," he answered, and Ohm nodded in agreement.

"Did you have to pay for entrance?" I asked suddenly. It seemed strange that something so organized, discreet, and exclusive would be free.

"Yes," was all he said.

"Fuck, Perth, why didn't you tell me?" I said.

"Why would he tell you? He was going to pay for you anyway," Ohm added, and Perth just laughed.

"Thank you," I whispered, nudging his arm. I so badly wanted to kiss him.