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Happy new year to y‘all ✌🏼

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It was night time in Cyberaya. Cold and breezy. On the super highway that wraps around and within the city, cars are seen driving on the highway, unlike in the day where people need places to go like work or travel to famous places in the city, the roads are clearer leading to some to take advantage of the less packed roads. One such individual is a woman in her late 20’s. Driving a rare and powerful  pearl metallic purple MKV Volkswagen Golf R 32 at dangerously high speeds. 

Her car’s feisty V6 engine roars proudly as it passes others that feel like they are cruising casually. As she relaxes for a bit letting the RPM drop slightly from near the redline, she notices a pair of headlights closing in behind her. “Huh?” she glanced at the rearview mirror, curious on who would follow her at such speeds. seconds  later, she sees the make of the car. “An Aston DB9, huh.” The colour was void black with a very faint hue of ocean blue. Engine humming behind her as it approached. The British born sports car flashes its lights while revving. “Ceh, bring it on!” she downshifts and floors the accelerator as her Golf R’s engine screams. The DB9 driver did not hesitate to follow suit with its massive V12 roaring right behind the German machine. 

They race past other cars, swerving between cars and trucks swiftly and neatly. The driver of the Aston Martin huffed as he upshifted, a man in his late 30’s gazed at the car in front, keeping up with the car, not even losing distance once. A turn approaches and both cars slow down, both cars clear the corner and floor it once more. The young woman feels like she cannot win, decides to forfeit and flips the signal to enter a rest stop. The DB9 driver does the same, following her closely. They both stop slightly alarmed, the woman decides to confront him for following. “What do you want?” She asked with her voice raised and on guard. She will throw hands if she has to. “I don’t have any ill motives, just want to talk to a fellow racer.” the man said, his face stoic yet sincere his words are. She let her guard down, “Another racer, huh.” she thought to herself. 

She then glances at the Aston Martin, it has a body kit on but nothing too aggressive nor standing out. “Nice ride, tuned?” she asked, one hand on her hip as she puts more weight on one leg. The man nodded, “Yours not bad too.” he says. He then extends his hand, the women seeing this extends her own and they shake hands. “Rizwan.” “Dos.”