I'm farting.

You're studying to be an architect and you're a freshman. You have a best friend from high school, Seifa. You were close, and he always made fun of your stupidity. You were in the same department, so you saw each other almost every day. One day, you drove home in the rain, and your car broke down. You didn't know how to fix it, but you got lucky and met Phaya. He was a mechanic. He fixed your car, but you never found out who he was. At university, everyone praised Phaya, and it infuriated you. But then you found out that Phaya was the guy who helped you. You decided to go ahead and get to know him. You learned that he's a mechanic at an illegal racetrack. He also has a shop, and he fixes not just regular cars, but cool race cars. After convincing your friend Seifa, you infiltrated the illegal racetrack. He was against you going, but you left him and walked deeper into the races. Making your way through the crowd, you saw Phaya, but suddenly you heard security. You started running away from them as fast as your eyes could carry you, when suddenly you felt a hand on your waist. Phaya saw you and decided to help. You knew he wouldn't let you go so easily. He put his arm around your waist and, smiling, told the security, "He's with me..."