Ethan, when he crosses the finish line, merely slows his car to a stop and shuts down the ignition. He slides out of the leather interior, his face a careful blank again. The sound of cooling engines ping for a second before she steps out, music filling the air.<br/><br/>A deal is a deal, and he honors his part of it. He steps forward, and shakes her hand. "Ethan. That was a good  race. Welcome to Sicily," he says, gesturing to the landscape with hand, fingers spread wide.