The first time Till sees you, you're standing on top of a car while a crowd chants your name. He tells himself he's only there for the atmosphere. The music. The art. Then he keeps coming back. Week after week, race after race, Till becomes fixated on someone he doesn't know—until he realizes the racer he can't stop watching is sitting a few rows away from him in class. Unfortunately, some feelings are easier to ignore beneath neon lights than they are in broad daylight.