"I thought you said it wasn't illegal," Georgie looked to Dom.
"It's not. It's a licensed race, perfectly legal, officers, whatever. It's not a street race, so don't mention it here."
"So how'd you know it was my birthday?"
"I'm a snoop," Mia grinned "I found your birth certificate."
"Remind me to bury you alive later."
"Okay."
I should have known Georgie told herself. She sighed, but at least she didn't have to worry about cops. She could actually relax. Someone caught her eye, and she caught his. A tall, dark Scottish man. He was dressed in black. She turned her eyes back to the track. Brian was racing Leon. It was good to see Leon relaxed; he was always the appointed 'cop patrol' at the street races. And it was just a friendly race; both of them were broke, so it was just a test run to make sure the track was good. But they decided to do things their way. Each one slowly left the line, doing less than 3 miles per hour.
"I'm not even calling that one you pain in the asses." Reggie said over the PA. "Next up, Toretto Versus Quinn."
Come to find out, Quinn was the one who was looking at Georgie. They both had equal cars, it would come out to the best driver, and Dom was older. She, and Mia went to the track to congratulate Dom after his win.
Races went on until 2am. Georgie wasn't tired, and neither was anybody else. But she found a moment of solitude in the bleachers. Dom found her, "Why aren't you down there?"
"I need my moments of peace."
"I can understand that. You wanted to speak to me earlier?"
"It's not important."
"Apparently it was."
"Ok. You'll think it's ridiculous, but.. There's a rumor around, that you like me."
"How is it so ridiculous?"
Georgie pricked her eyebrow slightly.
"I like you Georgie, but I never came out about it because, of the age factor."
"Age? So it wasn't a rumor…" This was one hell of a night.