Niamh felt a surge of awkwardness, wondering if she should clarify things. But Preston hadn't said anything explicit, and trying to explain now would only make it more deliberate.
The restaurant, a high-end buffet, had been booked by Niamh in advance. Before they went in, she changed into a different outfit. While it wasn't as formal as Preston's tuxedo, it at least matched the atmosphere better.
As they ate across from each other, Niamh listened to Preston chatter excitedly about all sorts of novels. "Oh, by the way, I need to tell you something serious," he said, his expression suddenly turning stern.
Niamh laughed teasingly. "You have a serious side?" "What are you talking about? I'm always serious!" Preston declared righteously, pulling out his phone. He tapped on the screen a few times before handing it to her. "I guess you've been too busy to see Ramona's challenge."
"Challenge?" Niamh was stunned. "This one right here!" Preston pointed to his phone.
Niamh looked down and saw the interface of an app. "It's a street racing app," he explained. "It has all the info on street races, and most amateur enthusiasts and pro racers are on it. Just today, Ramona posted a challenge to you in the main chat forum. She's inviting you to race this weekend at the most famous street racing circuit in Aldenville. Now everyone's waiting for you to accept!"
As Preston spoke, Niamh tapped on the public challenge posted under Ramona's real name. It clearly stated the time and place of the race. The target of the challenge was— "Katarina?" "Yep. She's challenging Aldenville's 'Speed Queen,' Katarina. That's why so many people in our local racing circle are hyped for this match-up."

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