Cleo looked up at him smiling wickedly, â€œHow about a deal?â€ She stood up, her pink dress dangerously high on her thighs. â€œI will give you my name if, and only if, you beat me at a car race.â€ She grabbed her small silvery purse off the table and pulled out a pair of car keys. With one hand she motioned for him to fallow her, as she walked she grabbed a pin from her purse, pulling her long blonde hair out from her face and up into a elegant bun on the top of head. A white 2011 bugatti sat in a parking stop outside the cafÃ©, she put her hand on it and smiled. â€œAnd if I beat you, you will tell me your name.â€<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m just gonna to tell you, I wonâ€™t go easy on you,â€ she looked at him with a nasty grin. â€œTell me where we will end. I really have no idea where anything is here, or where the good racing spots are. So just say where and Iâ€™ll get there before you.â€