[b][center][h2]Joel Nicolosi[/h2][/center][/b]

They had an [url=https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4360/36653155810_b9fc46c541_b.jpg]Audi Sport Quattro[/url] kit car back at the team garage that Joel was thinking about as he leaned against the back of the GT-R breathing in the cold night air stealing a brief glance up at the clear sky where the light dissipation from the city wasn’t as great and some stars were visible. The car was a shit-ton of fun to drive and was completely old school with a traditional clutch pedal, basic round steering wheel and an H-gate shifter that felt like cycling a rifle bolt. He’d only got to drive it once as it was only for “promotions” as he was told. He let his mind wander briefly giving a few nods and waves to people that recognized him and looked a little surprised to see him out at the old stomping grounds before casually easing back into reality as he heard Sio describing her apparent stalker across the way and attempting to hide under her hood which seemed rather odd. 

“Nope, no hiding now.” Joel said pulling her hood back and letting her red hair fall. He knew she was worried about the media and her image otherwise she was [i]never[/i] one to shy away which annoyed him a little. “We came out here for you.” He said resting one arm over the rear-wing and letting his eyes scan past the person she described, but not settle on anyone particular. “No one here is going to say anything.” He continued leaning over to talk in her ear enjoying the smell of her coffee scented shampoo. A small cylinder engine fired up across the lot filling the air with a high-pitched exhaust burst. There were bets going around on the first run of the night and he smirked with some amusement at the scene thinking most everyone out there had probably watched too many movies or just had more money than sense- [i]while some had neither[/i]. “I doubt anyone out here even reads that rag they circulate around town and no one for sure is going to say anything.”