Sam stopped by the university, like every Friday, for Natacha. The girl got into the car and the smell of cologne, cigarettes and alcohol permeated her nose. She kissed Sam on the lips and fixed her hair and dress. Sam started the car quickly and with the music at full volume. It was Friday night and they were two young people ready to have fun.
Nathacha hoped that Sam would make their relationship formal, but so far, they only went out for walks on Fridays, going to parties and things like that. Nathacha was very attracted to Sam, but she was surprised that he didn't dare to take the next step. That's why, when they left the hotel and were heading to the nightclub, he asked him:
_Sam, what are you and me. What kind of relationship do we have?
_What are you talking about, baby? What is that question about? We are fine like this, without commitment, without ties. He said and accelerated the car.
Sam liked speed, he said that for him it was a game: "Adrenaline is my thing," he shouted every time he could. Nathacha clung to the passenger seat, feeling her heart leap out of her mouth with every curve they encountered. The car was flying and Sam, as if possessed, was smiling. At that moment, Natacha made Sam stop the car and got out, then walked in the opposite direction. Sam tried to stop her, but Natacha, for the first time, didn't listen to him. She knew she was leaving behind a child who only liked to play and she was getting out of the game.
