Across from her sat Alex in his turbocharged Civic, looking confident.
The neon light from the late-night diner reflected off the sleek, midnight-blue paint of the '98 Supra. Elena sat behind the wheel, her knuckles white as she gripped the leather, listening to the engine idle. It wasn’t a quiet idle; it was a rhythmic, angry rumble that echoed against the brick buildings of the industrial park. Se Ambaleaza Nebuna
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