“You’re not getting it.” Monica groaned after we failed to have the trial. They have their own arena for racing. I chose the 2006 GTO and she used the late model Camaro. She raked her fingers through her hair and the curls danced around her under boobs.
“Sorry. Let’s try again,” I said in a serious voice. She put both of her elbows on the window and sighed. “Get out. You need a break.”
Fucking break. I don’t need to waste my time!
“Owen?” Monica’s voice weaken. She was tired alright. We’ve been practicing for three consecutive hours and I understand her.
“Let’s have snacks first.”
I sighed and checked the time on my wrist watch. 5 pm sharp. I still have time left.
“Fine.” I get out from the GTO and walk towards her. She smiled weakly and nodded to the maid to get us the snacks
