Engines screamed through the night as the Ferrari shot forward, hugging the slick asphalt with precision.
Evelyn's hands moved with muscle memory. Gearshift, wheel, clutch, all in one smooth, fluid rhythm.
The night lights streaked past, neon smears of color bleeding into the dark. She was in the lead.
Behind her, the rival driver's headlights flashed furiously, trying to close the distance.
The roar of his engine grew louder as he tailed her through the first curve, tires screeching as sparks danced beneath their cars.
Evelyn downshifted, took the turn clean, and accelerated out of it.
The rival tried to take her from the inside at the next corner, braking late and skidding dangerously close.
Evelyn tilted her wheel slightly, cutting him off with a controlled drift that sent a gust of smoke into his windshield.
He fell back instantly. A smirk formed on her lips. Nice try.
