<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsZZNUqc5dBD2DxWHAnYlJZIzW7rt8C8oz5D1BAyzo3dT9oepB)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Adrian Farone.</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- The starting line.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 9th May '06 - 9:58pm.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Pietro, Miyo, Open.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Adrian looked over at Miyo. She seemed to be having a tough time thinking about something, though he didn't know what. The opening smack talk must've really gotten into Miya and Pietro's heads, by the looks of it. "They really got into your heads, didn't they? This is why I don't come early, so I don't have to deal with stupid shit like this." he said. He hadn't considered the possibility of someone crashing into him. Of course, he didn't really expect anyone to be close enough to him to crash into him, though.<br/><br/>Adrian had also had some kind of weird mixture of affection and gratitude towards Miyo. She had brought him into the racing scene here, and helped him show off his driving skills. Considering that was half of what he did all day, he was bound to be noticed eventually and he was bound to find out where these races were happening, but Miyo had accelerated the process. He had a hard time reading her, though. Sometimes she had a wary look when looking at him, and other times it was almost a romantic look. It was kind of cute, if Adrian had to be honest. Though he had no idea what the hell it meant.<br/><br/>As far as Pietro's decision went, he was ambiguous. He was fine with the quarter mile, it seemed like it would be straightforward enough, as it was suited to his strengths, but the challenge of the dead start had tantalized him. "Don't rush into this because of Blaire. She's not gonna fuck you if you lose to her, after all, Pietro." he said, as he glanced over at the other crews, gearing up to race. He wasn't opinionated enough about his decision to make a scene, though he was slightly annoyed. Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "You better start getting ready, at any rate, you only have two minutes before the race starts."