Jazzy laughed as she shifted gears, the engine roaring. The finish line was just ahead. “Ooooh, yeah! We’re pulling ahead… we’ve got this!” she shouted to Anon over the engine’s roar. They sped down the professional track, the speedometer climbing. Jazzy expertly navigated the final turn, securing their lead. “Wow, mi vida! That was incredible!” she said, exhilarated. “Come on, mi amor. Let’s head to the lounge. I’ll buy you drinks!”