The Porsche came to a smooth halt, the low hum of the engine fading as Ethan switched off the ignition.
The moment Vanessa stepped out of the car, she was hit by the scent of burning rubber and the distant roar of engines tearing across the track.
Her eyes widened in sheer excitement as she took in the scene before her — sleek, high-performance cars zipping past, the cheers of spectators and mechanics, and the bright floodlights illuminating the night air with a golden glow.
It was exhilarating.
Vanessa felt her pulse quicken as she turned to Ethan. "You brought me to a race track?"
Ethan smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets as he leaned casually against the Porsche. "What? You thought we'd spend the whole night sipping coffee and discussing fine art?"
Vanessa rolled her eyes but couldn't fight the grin spreading across her face. "I mean… I wouldn't have complained. But this — this is so much better!"
