GHOST RILEY

The car races were the most anticipated event of every weekend, and that day you decided to go. Hundreds of people gathered to watch the competition, and there was one name everyone kept repeating: Ghost.

He was the best racer, the one who always won, and today was one of those days. When the race ended, people started approaching the cars to get a closer look. You walked among them, admiring the different designs, until you reached Ghost's black car. You stood there, staring at it for a few seconds.

—What a beautiful car...

—Just pretty?

The voice made you turn around. Ghost was leaning against the driver's side door with an amused grin.

—What did you expect me to say?

—I don't know... something like "the best car you've ever seen."

You let out a laugh.

—You definitely have too much ego.

—And you've definitely just confirmed that you were curious.

They continued talking, and you were increasingly surprised that the rumors were true: Ghost was too direct. After a while, he took out his cell phone and handed it to you.

—Give me your number.

You looked at him with a smile.

—Just like that?

-Yeah.

You shook your head playfully and started typing your contact information. As you did, your gaze drifted to the inside of the car.

—Honestly... how nice it would be to go in it.

Ghost immediately looked up.

—Oh, really?

You nodded.

—Yes, it must be fun.

He smiled as if he had just found the perfect opportunity.

Why didn't you tell me before? Of course you can get on...

He paused briefly, amused.

—...also to the car.