*Amelia*
The gray Nissan is parked across the street, and Cory opens the door for me before walking around to the driver’s side.
“How fast does a car like this go?” I lean over to peek at the speedometer.
We get onto the freeway, and he pushes down the pedal a bit, making the car roar before he answers with a grin, “Well, a lot faster than the legal limit. I think the record is 193 mph on a closed track.”
“193 mph? Oh wow, I wouldn’t dare to go that fast,” I say, my eyes widening, wondering why they build it to go that fast.
He keeps his eyes on the road, but I catch a small smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t think it feels very nice to go that fast. At 155 mph, it already gets a bit hard to manage on turns.”
“Are you going to tell me you’ve hit 155 mph in your own on
