<span style="color: #FF0000">If Fernando at all cared for Matt's temperament, he would have stopped himself from rolling his eyes at nearly every word the man uttered. Things being as they were, however, Fernando couldn't care less, and so he let his eyes swivel around, particularly when his remark about being indisposed was thrown back at him.<br/><br/>"You always were a man of action, Matt," Fernando told him after the suggestion to stop talking and get a race going. "That's about the only thing I can say I like about you. Because whenever your mouth is moving, I like you just a little bit less."<br/><br/>Grabbing his keys from his pocket with his free hand, he twirled them around a bit and jerked his head towards the starting line.<br/><br/>"I'll meet you over there in ten minutes. Take any longer and I'll start to think you chickened out."<br/><br/>He took another look at the girl who had stood out to him before. For some reason, it seemed wrong to say without telling her anything. Feeling characteristically bold, he walked up to her and said, "Hey, you're the flag girl, right? Hold this for me during the race for me, will  ya? You can keep it if I don't win."<br/><br/>Giving her a soft smile, he placed the coin in her hand then turned around and began to walk away and back towards his crew where his car would be waiting, feeling his spirits lifting. The day had finally been injected with a little bit of excitement.<br/><br/>"So you're up next?" asked Jacob, a dark-skinned, chiseled man who also happened to be one of Fernando's best friends among his crew. Compared to Jacob, Fernando probably looked much less imposing, but underneath his clothing, Fernando was actually much more muscled and well built than his clothing made it seem. He had tan skin, at the perfect border between light and dark, and his black hair was styled into a mohawk.<br/><br/>Fernando's brown eyes finally found his car parked next to a pillar that held up a section of a freeway ramp, standing out with its vibrant red even in the shadow of the ramp. Clicking the button on his keys to unlock the door, Fernando grinned over at Jacob.<br/><br/>"Yeah. Against Matt. Should be a piece of cake."<br/><br/>Getting inside the car, Fernando started the car and revved the engine a few times. Finally, he set it into first gear and slowly made his way over to the starting line, already imagining the angry look on Matt's face after the race.</span>