we might be falling in love - patricio o' ward

fast and furious

As the night deepened, the word about the street race spread like wildfire. Ricky and Santiago, Pato's longtime friends from Mexico, arrived at the garage, their eyes lighting up at the sight of Astraea.

"¡Mira quién está aquí! Astraea, it's been forever!" Ricky exclaimed, pulling her into a bear hug.

Santiago followed suit, giving her a warm embrace. "You haven't aged a day. Ready to see some action tonight?"

Astraea grinned. "You bet. It's good to see you guys again."

The three friends caught up quickly, reminiscing about old times and the wild nights they used to spend racing through the streets of Monterrey. As they talked, more of their old street crew began to arrive, each one bringing with them the same electrifying energy.

Pato and Astraea’s car, a sleek beast of a machine, stood gleaming under the streetlights. The sound of roaring engines filled the air as cars pulled up, each one ready for the night's competition. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation and the scent of gasoline.

"Hey, Pato!" Santiago called out, approaching with a duffel bag. "You won't believe the bets people are placing tonight. We're talking up to 10k in cash."

Ricky nodded, a mischievous smile on his face. "The stakes are higher than ever. Everyone's eager to see who'll come out on top."

Pato's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Let's give them a show they won't forget."

As the night went on, crowds began to gather, drawn by the thrill of the race and the promise of big money. The streets buzzed with excitement, spectators lining up to watch the spectacle unfold. Cash exchanged hands, the stakes growing with each passing minute.

Astraea stood by Pato, feeling the adrenaline build. "This is insane, Pato. It feels like we're in a movie."

He grinned, pulling her close. "It's just like old times, only bigger and better."

The racers lined up their cars, engines rumbling like thunder. The streetlights cast long shadows, adding to the dramatic scene. Ricky and Santiago took charge of organizing the bets, making sure everything was set for the race.

As the signal to start approached, the tension in the air was palpable. Pato and Astraea climbed into their car, the world narrowing down to just the two of them and the road ahead. The countdown began, each second stretching into an eternity.

"Ready, princesa?" Pato asked, his hand gripping the wheel.

"Born ready," Astraea replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

The engines roared to life as the signal to start the race was given, and the cars shot forward like bullets. The night air was filled with the sound of screeching tires and the acrid smell of burning rubber. The streetlights flashed by in a blur as the racers pushed their machines to the limit.

Pato's grip on the wheel was firm, his eyes locked on the road ahead. Astraea sat beside him, her excitement palpable. "Let's show them what we've got, Pato!"

He grinned, shifting gears smoothly. "Hold on tight, princesa. This is going to be one hell of a ride."

As they sped through the first turn, a sleek black car driven by one of the other racers pulled up alongside them. The driver flashed a cocky grin and revved his engine, challenging Pato.

"Oh, you want to play?" Pato muttered, his competitive spirit ignited. "Alright, let's play."

He floored the gas pedal, and their car surged ahead, leaving the black car in the dust. Astraea glanced back and laughed. "Eat our dust, buddy!"