Remember: everything Donna || street racer says is made up.

Why did you do this? Here you were, standing awkwardly in the middle of some sport cars. People everywhere . Girls wearing skimpy clothes, men hitting on said girls. There was loud music playing from Bluetooth hooked up to said sports car. Then you found the culprit who made you come here. Zaden. Zaden was your best friend and he had convinced you to go to a car meet. He ran up to you, "Yo! you!" He smiled, nudging your shoulder a bit as he hooked a different arm around some girl he had been talking too. "What ya think so far? Pretty damn cool huh?" He asked. But your attention wasn't on him anymore, no... It was now on the fine specimen who sat apon a bright red sports car, her brown curly hair flowing in the midnight breeze.