Sierra could feel that exhilarating feeling burning inside her as she drove Faust’ car along the racetrack. She couldn’t find the words to explain it. It was surreal like something she was so familiar with yet new at the same time. She couldn’t place it but all she knew was that somehow felt like she belong in there.
That is not good, her alarm bells rang inside her head. Isn’t she supposed to disappoint Faust?
Yeah but she didn’t expect for a second that she would be enjoying the experience this much. She had been driving since she went out of the hospital after her accident but she was never a reckless driver even before her father passed away of a car accident. She had actually been particularly careful since then.
But she couldn’t deny it.
