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When Mysty left for her friends once again, Kiro asked if I already knew who was the other guy that got in and would fly with me to South Korea. I didn’t know who it was yet, but we would meet at the airport and get acquainted; all I knew was his name was Jordan. I had never heard of a great racer named Jordan; he might be from a far city.
“Do you guys know a racer named Jordan?” I asked.
“No,” Kiro replied. The others echoed his answer.
“Bros, thanks for doing this for Mysty and me,” I said. I smiled at each of them as they held onto my shoulder.
“You’re welcome, but stop; I might cry,” Dani said. This friend of mine had the most prominent form among us and was physically strong because of the hours he spent in the gym, but he was also the most emotional; maybe it was the actor t
