Max chuckled, laughing and already wanting to prove Kaitlyn wrong.
"Winner takes all? That's a big pot. Bring it on." Max only replied, nodding to Magnus who in turn could only chuckle to their replies.
"Looks like you've made that decision. You two do look like you're made to be a couple though. But hey, that's just my thoughts...have fun!" Magnus added, almost comedic at the end as Max looked at Kaitlyn awkwardly, almost as if to say "seriously, this is weird"- but still rolling with it all.

Walking through the crowd, Max eventually reached the man with the black hoodie, the only one in the cafe, but defintely the dude. A dark-skinned black guy wearing a backward baseball cap and a messenger bag, the man to talk to for street racing quite clearly from the fact he didn't look like he fit with the other owners here. Clearly he was a front for something a bit wider, an unwritten racer's code here that pretty much everyone, including Magnus, were in on. With Kaitlyn nearby, he made his opportunity to get in.
"Yo, you taking racers? Heard you're the man to talk to?" Max asked him, aware that as British as he sounded, he had to play the part. When in LA and all....maybe most wouldn't see it, but Kaitlyn most certainly would. 
"Yeah, and you willing to part with bank?" 

"Here. Stack." Max said, pulling the roll out from a buttoned pocket on his jeans, the black hoodied man whistling, flicking through.
"Y'all good to go. Get your ride over two blocks over to the east, there's a dude wtih a black El Camino waiting there. Give him your number and he'll WhatsApp you the route. From there, rest is yours. You win, we tell you where to get your winnings. You lose, well, only credit you got is to make sure the police don't bust yo' ass. Pretty girl, same go for you too, huh?" He asked, Max sighing as he knew this guy was clearly just cocky, but sure, whatever, so be it the Brit thought to himself.