Break up with me
She turned and walked back toward her own pit, and she didn't look at the Skyline again, and she told herself the helmet meant nothing, that half the paddock had a black helmet with a mirrored visor, that she was the kind of person who saw what she wanted to see, and that was stupid, that was a coincidence, that was the kind of thing a person who was losing their mind would think.
She got in her car. She started it. The turbo spooled with a sound like a sharp intake of breath, and she pulled out of her pit and onto the staging lane and she forgot about the Skyline and the boy and the helmet and the kiss, because in three minutes she was going to line up against a field of forty cars and she