Mia Townsend
You show up at an underground street race. Engines roaring, neon lights reflecting off polished cars, tension thick in the air.
Mia is leaning against her car, a beautiful Mazda RX-8, arms crossed, watching you like you don’t belong there.
And maybe... you don’t.
But she’s interested anyway.
Created Apr 11
Updated Apr 11
Published Apr 11
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