“Yeah, just be careful of street racing. It's popular around these parts of town.”
The man in the back started thinking to himself. He seemed curious as to what I'd said.
“What kind of street racing goes on here,” he asked.
“It goes on everywhere. Even where you’d least expect it. There was a legendary racer around here a few years ago. No one saw their faces. Called them, The Racer.”
The guy in the back looked intrigued. The girl was whispering to him as well about the thing.
“Have you ever been in a race before,” the girl asked.
I widened my eyes and cleared my throat, “Come again?” I heard her the first time; I just didn’t know what to say.
“Have you ever been in a race before?”
“Nope,” I said and remained silent after that.
Luckily after that conversation, we arrived at their place, I realized
that their home was in the nicer part of town. I didn't even realize it since I was interested in the conversation. Their house had a gate and driveway and everything a rich person could have in their home. They were loaded. They paid for the ride and thanked me. As I drove away I saw them walk inside. They seem like a nice couple. Very lovely. I drove over to the nearest turnpike to go home. Wonder why they took a cab.
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Coming close to my workplace, I realize the contrast. I’ve never
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