Start Small, End Big.

Tell Me

Liam and Hope walked under the dimly lit street corner, the distant sounds of engines revving and showing off filling the cool night air. They leaned against a guardrail, smiles on their faces as they shared the moment.

Liam: C'était sauvage (That was wild). I can't believe how fast that Type R and Mustang were going.

Hope: Ouais, c'était intense (Yeah, it was intense). It never fails to get my heart pounding.

Liam looked at Hope, a smile spreading across his face that quickly turned into curiosity. He was really starting to like her—they shared so many common interests. It wouldn't hurt to get to know her better, right?

Liam: So, how did you get into street racing? You seem like a girl who'd be into drag racing or something.

Hope: Is that a compliment? Hehe. Well, I wasn't really into the street scene until my older brother showed me when I was an enfant (child). Believe it or not, that's where my love for cars started—back when I could barely even understand them. Hehe.

Liam smiled warmly.

Liam: C'est super (That's great). My dad kind of introduced me to cars, but it was really my grand-père (grandfather) who got me hooked. My dad wasn't a big car guy, but my grandpa was. And as a kid, it didn't take much to wow me. Hehe.

Hope grinned, feeling the connection growing between them.

Hope: It's something else, vous savez (you know)? Seeing these amazing cars flying down the road, weaving through traffic, engines roaring—it's exhilarating. I could never get tired of it.

Liam: Exactement (Exactly)! It's like you can put yourself in the driver's seat, feel the adrenaline rush as the world blurs around you. It's just so cool.

They shared a smile, a moment of understanding that felt rare and meaningful.

Hope: Vous savez (You know), it's rare to connect with someone about cars like this nowadays, especially in Canada. But you... so far, you're the only guy who gets it, just like me.

Liam: Yeah. Pareil ici (Same here). Especially with a girl. Hehe. Most car enthusiasts are guys, so meeting someone like you—it's a breath of fresh air.

Hope's smile grew brighter, and she looked at Liam with a hint of affection.

Hope: Peut-être que nous le sommes (Maybe we are)?

Liam chuckled softly.

Liam: Hehe. Maybe.

They exchanged a lingering gaze, both savoring the rare connection they had found in each other. It wasn't often they encountered someone who shared their passion for cars and the street racing scene—especially in a place like Canada, where the culture wasn't as big as in the U.S. But when those connections did happen, they were special—ones to hold onto. The camera panned out, leaving Liam and Hope lost in conversation as the sound of engines roared in the distance. Two cars were still racing around Mount Royal, the vibrant Montreal skyline providing a stunning backdrop. The camera zoomed in on the race, capturing the Type R and the Mustang in fierce competition. The Mustang held the lead, but the Type R wasn't giving up. Spotting an upcoming turn, the Type R driver seized the opportunity. Inside the cabin, the Type R driver's game face was on. He gripped the manual gearshift with one hand and the steering wheel with the other, his eyes darting toward the Mustang driver through the window. Smirking, he floored the gas pedal, purposefully upshifting early to gain acceleration before the turn. The Mustang driver noticed the move and responded, slamming the gas and timing his own upshift. The two cars roared side by side as they approached the sharp corner. The Type R downshifted to brake, while the Mustang driver waited, smirking as he anticipated his rival's move. But the Type R driver had a trick up his sleeve. After downshifting, he immediately upshifted again, causing his car to lurch forward unexpectedly. The Mustang driver, caught off guard, struggled to recover, and the Type R shot ahead, cutting through the turn with precision. The Mustang driver looked shocked as the Type R pulled ahead, its taillights glowing in the darkness. Smirking, he gave a nod of respect, impressed by the maneuver. The final turn loomed, and the Mustang driver drafted behind the Type R, gaining speed. When the Type R blocked his path, the Mustang driver baited him with a feint to the left. As the Type R followed, the Mustang darted to the right, sliding slightly as it regained traction. With a roar of the engine, the Mustang surged past, leaving the Type R in its wake. The Mustang crossed the finish line with a commanding lead. The Type R driver slammed his steering wheel in frustration but quickly smiled, impressed by the skillful performance. Both drivers stepped out of their cars, shaking hands and exchanging words of admiration for the thrilling race. The camera pulled back, capturing the two racers amidst the cheering crowd before panning out to the glittering Montreal skyline.