Harry sighed as he stepped into the Market that a man had referred him to, telling him to ask for someone named Dom. The ravenette had thought that the man was going by the title of Dominant, when the older man Harry, had laughed and assured him that his targets name was actually Dominic and it was a nickname. But Harry couldn't help but be curious if the man was an actual Dom, or was even aware of what his name could insinuate. Because for all the Alpha that Harry tended to be, he was submissive in the bedroom and had a good eye for Doms.

Glancing around the small market, the man took a seat at the bar counter, waiting patiently for the woman to address him. Harry took his time looking at the decor, he found it oddly lacking for a shop, wondering if they just liked minimal decor or if there was an alternative reason. There weren't many people there besides himself and the waitress. Other than a blond haired man that sat three seats over and a large bald man in the back who seemed lost in the paper he was reading, the place was dead.

"What can I get for you hun? Aren't you supposed to be in school?" A females voice caught his attention.

Harry blushed a soft red as he scratched his head in embarrassment. "No ma'am. I'm twenty-two actually, but i get that alot. Could i have a water and perhaps a burger and chips?"

The woman just stared at him for a moment, "Did you just get here?"

"Yes, well i arrived last week. But it's taken a while to get settled into such a large city." He rambled slightly.

Again the woman stared at him before getting him water and wandering into the back room. Which left Harry to continue to look over the place, wondering if the older Harry had pointed him in the right direction. He wasn't sure this was somewhere that racers would hangout, especially in broad daylight. Harry sighed, he should keep his assumptions to a minimum, he didn't know how Americans did things after all. He wasn't really looking to insult anyone until he'd spoken to the man he was looking for.

"Here ya go hun, let me know if you need anything else." The lady smiled as she set a plate down.

Harry tore into the burger and chips with a ravenous hunger. It had been a lie when he'd told the lady he'd arrived last week. Truth was, Harry had just apparated into the city yesterday, he'd been on the move constantly since turning seventeen, not spending more than a month in one place. Afraid that the British Wizarding community would find him and drag him back to that horrid place. None of them had realized that Britain held too many bad memories, and too much death, for him to remain there. It hadn't taken him long to polish off the plate, before he drained his water. After he was done here, he'd have to find a place to crash.

Just as he was going to call the lady over, she set a plate on the counter, a large piece of pie centered on it. "On the house. You should eat more."

The man's cheeks burned, how embarrassing it was to be called out by a stranger. "I do have a question, miss?"

"Mia Toretto. What can I do for you?" She smiled.

"I was actually directed here, by a man named Harry, he told me to find someone named Dominic. He didn't give me a last name, so I don't really have a way to track him down. But he said the people here would be able to point me in his direction."

Suddenly the friendly demeanor dropped from the woman, her eyes narrowing in suspicion as she looked him over more closely. She seemed to be trying to read him, and it was making him nervous, which was ridiculous considering he'd defeated Voldemort. The scrutiny continued for several seconds before the woman smiled, before glancing over his shoulder. Her smile widened before rolling her eyes, as if exasperated by something behind him.

"Dom! Get over here, Harry sent you a newbie!" She smiled at the boy.

Harry jumped about a mile when she shouted to someone behind him, slowly the ravenette cast a glance and noticed the bald man stand and make his way to the bar. The young man turned around quickly before he was caught for ogling the man, but good god the man was sex on legs. While he may be gay he wasn't in the habit of openly flaunting it and never initiated flirting. When the man sat next to him, Harry almost jumped out of his skin, he hadn't even heard the man move.

Mia moved over to the blonde, "You need to go. We are gonna close early."

Without too much fuss, the man finished his sandwich, paid and left. Harry could tell that the man was glancing at him, but still didn't kick up a fuss. It must be a usual occurrence for the regulars to be kicked out at a moments notice. Which was odd, because most places needed there customers to pay the bills.

"What's your business here?" The man's voice was deep, filled with curiosity and something Harry couldn't name.

"Harry sent me here. I want to race, he said you'd be the best person to contact."

The man seemed to study him for a few moments. "You're awfully scrawny ain'tcha. Ever been around cars?"

Harry nodded quickly, "I've worked on them before, but I don't have much experience racing them."

"Why should we give you that chance?" Doms voice seemed to fill with contempt of some sort, as if he thought Harry was beneath him because of lack of experience.

It made Harry bristle, he didn't like the fact that this man was dismissing him before giving him a chance. Even if the man was a sex god made mortal, he wasn't about to be talked down to. "Because I like going fast, and i've never lost at anything that involves going fast. Look, I'm not asking you to hand over a car, I just want a chance to prove myself."

The tall man was silent as he stared at Harry, and the younger male wasn't sure if that was a good thing. Even if the man turned him down, it wasn't like there weren't any other options, the shop owner had just stated that Dominic's group was the best to run with. Harry wasn't sure how long they sat there, but the roars of race cars pulling up caught the ravens attention. Not waiting around for Dominic to address him, he approached the cars as several people stepped out of them.

"Talk to me Jesse" A muscular man barked, "This ain't workin' brother."

Harry ignored most of the talk going around him as he looked over each car with barely hidden appreciation. Before approaching for a closer look, their designs were interesting and said a lot about their drivers, but he'd really like to pop the hoods. He was sure that there gear was mouth-watering.

"It's your fuel map. It's got a nasty hole." A lanky kid on a laptop twitched. "That's why you're unloading in third. Told you."

When Harry was done appreciating the muscular man's car, he couldn't help but intervene. "Have you thought about lengthening the injector pulse a millisecond or so? You just have to tune the NOS timer, then you'll run nines."

There was complete silence following his statement, so the younger man just continued checking out the racing machines in front of him. He didn't notice that everyone was staring at him in shock, especially the computer guy Jesse, or the fact that Dom and Mia had joined the group. But Harry was lost in appreciation for the car's he was hoping to drive one day, he just needed a chance.

It was probably twenty minutes later that Harry finished admiring the last of the cars, each one had been well taken care of from what he could see. When he turned to address the group, he realised they'd gone inside while he'd been caught up in the cars. Sighing to himself, Harry resigned himself to being turned down, but he entered the shop anyway.

Before Harry could say anything, a Latina had accosted him. Much to his chagrin she was taller than him by a good two or so inches. A quick glance told him that he was the shortest person in the shop, damn his stunted growth. It didn't help that everyone he seemed to come across made some comment about it and his age, they just told him to eat more, but he'd already passed puberty. Eating wouldn't help.

The woman that accosted him, began dragging him to a table. "So, Dom tells me that you're looking to race. We don't get many newbies around here."

The confused look on his face deepened when everyone else just chuckled. "I thought this was a hangout for racers?"

Jesse shook his head, his leg bouncing sporadically. "Nah man. This is just for our group. There aren't many people that show up here, mostly because of our crew. All the newbies just show up to the races that pop up in the city."

It made sense when Harry thought about it, their reasoning made sense if they had just wanted privacy. "Oh, I didn't mean to intrude."

The woman pulled him down. "No worries man. We weren't even sure if you were gonna come in. You were very lost in thought over the cars."

Harry smiled wistfully, "They are rather brilliant, and I couldn't help but admire them. I've always wanted a car of my own."

"Why not just get one then?"

"I've got the money to buy any car in the world, but not every car can give you that rush. The thrill of just being in the driver's seat." Harry shrugged, trying to fight the blush that threatened to take him over.

Everyone chuckled, "It's like listening to a younger, more open Dom."

Harry glanced at the group, everyone seemed to agree with that statement, though it made no sense to him. Harry sighed, "Look, I know it was a long shot coming here. I'm not experienced in driving. Thanks for humoring me anyway."

No one stopped him as he stood and made his way to the door and it just made Harry's gut sink. He had been so sure that he'd be given a chance, given how enthusiastic Harry had been, he'd been fantasizing again. But he just left the shop, not bothering to look back at the close knit crew, he didn't want to see their faces. But before he could get very far he cursed and turned around, he wasn't used to the city yet, he'd have to ask for directions.

Popping his head into the shop, he hesitated before gathering his courage. "Um, sorry again. But which way is China town?"