Kyle walked over after, face red. “That’s not racing,” he muttered.
He pulled a laptop from his backpack, connected it to his car’s diagnostics, and projected the telemetry onto a nearby wall: G-force graphs, throttle response curves, brake pressure maps. Other racers gathered, curious. Within ten minutes, Leo was explaining torque vectoring to a crowd that included the school’s prom queen and a guy with a shaved head and neck tattoo. ridin nerdy
Leo Vasquez knew three things for sure: he could solve differential equations in his sleep, he’d never kissed a girl, and his 1998 Honda Civic was the nerdiest car in the entire high school parking lot. While his classmates revved Mustangs and lifted Jeeps, Leo’s car wore faded anime stickers, a dented “My other car is a TARDIS” bumper plate, and a hand-painted Mass Effect N7 logo on the hood. Kyle walked over after, face red