Trouble
Brian leaned on his car waiting for Bindi to come; she had called in the races about 20min after they had started. He watched as a pink Honda pulled up and she hopped out, he shook his head at her pink cowboy boots and short blue shorts. That and her yellow hair the reminded him of the sun. He hated working with her.
"You're going to be lucky if Jiya didn't notice you." He called as she bounced over to him. She pushed her lips together and rolled her eyes.
"Oh please, I don't see why you worry bout that girl, she looks all bark. But I did see her with that Roy guy. Oh and the Letty chick won." He rolled his eyes as she rambled on. He would be luckily to survive this thing.
"Try to avoid both of them, they can make your life hell if you're not careful." He warned she rolled her eyes at him.
"Oh please Brian I'm in the FBI those girls don't scare me." Bindi told him. Brian ran a hand over his face.
"Just stay away from them." He repeated.
"Fine, fine, I'll see you later." She called again walking over to her car and getting in. He watched as she drove away.
"I miss Miami." He mumbled getting in his own ride and driving away, but not before noticing where Bindi's car sat there was a light drip of oil.