Leo smiled. “Yeah. Pancakes.”

One more try. The race began—down the strip, past the Malibu Club, weaving through beach traffic. Leo mashed Spacebar. The car flew . He took the corner at the lighthouse on two wheels, drifted past the Pay ‘n’ Spray, and for the first time ever, he saw Hilary’s taillights get smaller in his front windshield.

He tried again. Hilary won by two seconds.