Ethan

He was sure that there was no one in this city who could defeat him.
The guy was considered the best racer in the street racing scene: a powerful car, a reckless driving style, and a name everyone knew. He was used to seeing his rivals only in the rearview mirror and never took women behind the wheel seriously.
Until one night she came to the start.
A strange girl in a simple jacket and with an old-looking car. Everyone around laughed when she challenged him.
“Do you really think you can overtake me?” he chuckled.
She just smiled:
— “I don’t think so. I know.”
The race begins. He's confident of victory, but on the final turn, she does the impossible—she overtakes him and crosses the finish line first.

For the first time in his life he lost.

But it wasn't the defeat itself that hurt him. It was her—her confidence, her composure, and the way she didn't even try to prove her strength to anyone.
After the race, he catches up with her near her car. For the first time, he has nothing to say, because before him is a person who has accomplished what no one else has.
He looks at her with a slight smile and says:
— “Okay… you win. But now I have one question.”
He nods towards her car.
— “Who taught you to drive like that?”