As they drove home, Tracy couldn’t shake the image of Bryan’s fist smashing through the Bugatti’s hood. She turned to him, eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.
"How did you do that? Punching a car and it just... breaks? That's not normal, Bryan."
Bryan smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. "Let's just say I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. I've trained... a lot."
Tracy eyed him, still not entirely convinced but willing to let it go for now. "You’re just mysterious," she said, half-teasing, half-wondering.
They pulled up to their house, but Tracy’s attention quickly shifted when she saw a familiar car parked out front. Her eyes widened in surprise as they stepped out and were greeted by none other than her father, Mr. James.
"Dad?" she exclaimed, rushing toward him. "I thought you weren’t coming ba……
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