I let out a deep breath and pulled up my rose bandana to the bridge of my nose and adjusting my red ombre wig. Rolling down the window to my right I reached a red-gloved hand out for the traditional handshake before a race. A big man, who called himself Dagger. “Rose,” He grumbled. Although I was still new to racing, apparently I was very widely known. My racing name Rose, is actually my middle name, Kaia Rose Hilo and that’s why I chose it, it’s also because my father gave me a black bandana with a rose on it the day he died. He was always very close, he gave me my first car which I obviously had to fix myself. It is now the love of my life. “Dagger,” I replied coolly, trying extremely hard to keep my eyes away from his glove compartment …show more content…
I rolled my eyes and began painting it. I had just finished fixing up my Zenvo and taken a seat with a Gatorade when Max, our sort of agent, came in holding a wad of cash. “Ahh Rose. Congrats on the win.” He said and tossed the wad over. “Thanks.” I mumbled as I began to count the money. “Hon, you know that kid who taught you to drive?” I looked up, anything about Tobi and I was interested, “Yeah, why do you ask?” “He’s coming back to town for good and he’ll be here at 1:00.” “What?!” Happiness overloaded my brain and I barely resisted getting up and doing a victory dance. I checked my watch eagerly; 12:15 P.M. Only an hour to be reunited with my favorite guy in the world. And no, nothing romantic. “You heard me. Now go for a drive I don’t want you wasting away here at your station.” He said, winking before spinning on his heel and going into the