In a world where you and I become one, I'll never stop
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The Ferrari had the lead, at the very moment, with the McLaren right at its tail and anticipation in the air arose, eyes solely focused on the two cars that fiercely fought for the win, the race already at its 3rd—the last—lap.
Soyoung noticed Mark's shoulder tense, his eyes narrowed down on the bright orange car but good two seconds before the time dropped to a zero, the McLaren geared up, streaking past the Roma and making it to the margin faster than anyone else.
The cheers grew louder but it only reached her ears as muffles since she stood at the elevated, faraway place from the crowd.
The cars began drawing to the end, one after the other, both their eyes on Yeri who stepped out of her car and approached the Ferrari.
Raising her hand on the roof with the outstretched arm on the door of the car, Yeri leaned over, speaking to the very girl through the rolled down window.
A smirk plastered on her red lips as she took the keys onto her own hands from the opponent and though Soyoung was confused at first, it then came to her mind about the deal Hendery made before the race had begun.
A small smile drew onto Mark's lips, "Of course, the win was foreseen" He muttered to himself, standing upright and hastily pulled the jacket over his body.
"Let's go" He jerked his chin towards the room on the inside of the building where San could be spot on, "Yeah" She mumbled, catching up with Mark.
San's wandering eyes soon noticed the two who were making their way towards him, a smile instantly taking its place on his face.
"Where were you man? Thought you missed the race" He commented, raising a clenched fist in the air, "Didn't miss it though" He muttered, giving San a fist bump.
The sound of heels clicking against the marble resounded the room and all their head swung to face the entrance.
Soon, Yeri stepped inside the room with a thin-smile set on her face.
"Did Hendery wager again?" Mark asked, recognizing it was a race for pink slip, "He did," Yeri spoke up, tossing the car keys over to Mark, which he had effortlessly caught onto with his free hand.
"Hand over that to her" Yeri eyed Soyoung as she mentioned 'her', "You can keep the Ferrari for yourself, if you want to" She added, her words now directed towards the latter.
Mark let a low scoff under his breath but did not utter a word, simply reaching onto Soyoung's hand and placing them on her unclenched palm.
