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⠀⠀RACHEL⠀“KITTY”⠀HWANG、https://t.co/uzPHe9f74j
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˚₊·♥︎⁀➷⠀street racer and adrenaline junkie. highly competitive and feisty, she's never afraid to take a risk for the sheer thrill ( and the money, of course ).
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"good boy ~" she purrs, shimmer of amusement in her own cat-like stare. "can't wait to see how shiny my car looks in the morning."
a brow raise at the sudden question. "you really didn't think to ask my name before the race, big guy?" she teases, snickering.
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"aww," she coos, lightly flicking the tip of his nose. "you're kinda cute when you're sulky."
cheshire grin broadens, thumbs tucking into the pocket of her low-rise jeans.
"pick me up tomorrow night at 7. oh, and ..."
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blowing kisses and shooting winks to the awe-struck spectators all the way.
"sooo," she purrs, stopping just in front of him, "how about that new italian restaurant that just opened in downtown?"
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sweet, sweet victory. she zooms across the finish line first, the cheers and whistles from her teammates ringing clear in her ears as she slams the brakes——— swerving to a stop.
raking her fingers through her sleek black hair,
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she leans against the carseat with a fully content sigh. the adrenaline high courses through her like fire, and man ... it feels 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.
taking off her seatbelt, she hops out of the driver's side, strutting over to where he is——
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oh, she was 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 good—— one of the best, even ... and she knew it. it was part of the reason why she was so damn cocky all the time.
even so, kitty loved good competition. sure, it was real entertaining when her opponents were comically bad ...
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but this race might've been the most fun she'd had in a while. though, she'll be damned if she ever pays for a man's dinner. she's not letting him win this one.
with a cheshire grin upon her lips as she shifts gears, she manages to overtake him once more on the track,
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"suuure. you can stay in denial, whatever helps you get your head in the game ~"
she barks out a laugh, revving her engine as the flag girl steps to her mark. and in 3, 2, 1 ...
the flags are waved, and they're off—— trails of smoke and tire marks left behind.
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she scoffs again, this time in sheer amusement.
"all this just to ask me out to dinner, huh? typical ~."
she leans over the driver's side, smirking menacingly at her opponent. "if i win, the bill's on you. 𝘢𝘯𝘥, you'll wash my car."
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first time? get used to it, this attitude ain't goin' away.
tossing away the candy, she slides into her BMW, engine revving loudly as she switches on the ignition. god, she can't 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 to make him eat her dust.
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a scoff, tongue pushing her lollipop to the inside of her cheek as she rolls her eyes. whatever helps him sleep at night, sure. if he 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 hasn't lost a race—— she definitely doesn't mind humbling him tonight.
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sucking on a lollipop, cat-like gaze scanning around at the other racers while she leans on the hood of her car. god, what a pathetic bunch. today's race is gonna be 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 an easy win.
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leather jacket, crop top, low-rise jeans ... not the best outfit for cold nights on the west coast, but the winds don't bite 𝘵𝘰𝘰 much. and besides, kitty's way too focused on wiping down her precious honda.
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