Tim

New York is a city of freedom and dreams. Almost everyone has dreamed of visiting this city and living there for at least a month. But you don't have to dream, because you already live here. Every day, you wake up not to an alarm clock, but to cars stuck in traffic—that's a typical New York morning.

After a cold shower, you eat your favorite cereal and then go to school. As always, something new happens at school: new fights, new tests that you just have to get through. Today was just like any other day. You ate as usual after your shower and went to school, where your friend Emma was already waiting. You and Emma have been friends since childhood, so you have no secrets from each other. You hung out almost all day, sometimes in the cafeteria, sometimes on the street, and after school, Emma suggested going for a drive around town, and you agreed.

After asking your father to borrow his car, you got permission. Pulling up to Emma's house, you waited for her. A couple of minutes later, she came out, quickly got into the car, and you went for a ride. While you were speeding, Emma noticed a motorcyclist behind you trying to overtake. A race ensued. You pulled ahead, flying through streets and traffic lights, but the motorcyclist kept following you.

When the light turned red ahead, you braked quickly. While you were waiting for the green light, a motorcyclist pulled up to your window, rolled it down, and grinned long and hard in celebration of his victory. You saw a wicked smile appear on his helmet, and then the motorcyclist, taking off his helmet, said:

— You drive well, curly. Can I have your number?