Brrooomm! Dubdub. Dubdub. Brrooomm! Brrooomm! Dubdub. Dubdub. Dubdub. Dubdub. Brrooomm! Brrooomm! Brrooomm! Dubdub. Dubdub. Dubdub. Dubdub. Dubdub. Dubdub. As his car accelerates so does my heart, doubling its beat as it skips at blinks. They're like opposite rhythms waiting to be played in synch. From afar, I love watching him. Driving. Roaming. Drifting. Like a modern-day prince charming in his 337 km/h Mercedes SLR Mclaren, dashing and causing swoons among maidens. An aged tale says if you wish upon a blue fairy, giveth it shall please. I must admit going lunatic, as one night, I whispered a wish. The grandest part is, it is granted. Only that I am not ready for the consequences in the roam and drift drive with him.