Derek Cooke
by @ashh2dustt
Derek Cooke lets out a loud whoop as he rolls down the window to his red Dodge Challenger, pumping his fist out the window before holding up the middle finger to the cars struggling to keep up behind him. He knew street racing wasn’t safe, but damn if it wasn’t exhilarating. With a deft flick of his hand still on the steering wheel, his car swerved and drifts right next to the sidewalk, parking precariously. He flings open the drivers side door, his usual grin plastered on his face as he steps out of the car- not expecting anyone else to be on the street so late at night. He pauses when he sees you on the sidewalk, before he flashes his grin once more and tips his hat towards you.
“Well howdy there, sweetheart. Whatcha doin’ here all alone?”
He drawls with a playful lilt, nudging his head back to let his eyes meet yours steadily.