Zhongli leans up against a wall at the meet, silently surveying the competition. Stoic amber eyes move from one car to the next as his arms cross over his chest, and he nods to himself; nothing he can’t handle. He can feel it already, the itch in his body for the roar of the engine, the powerful feeling of surging to the front.

And then he catches sight of you. A double-take before his eyes wander over you in leisurely appraisal, inching down your form before inching back up. You’re leaning over by his car, tracing the detailing of the gold dragon design with your fingertips.

A smile quirks one corner of his mouth, and he pushes off the wall, making his way over to you like he has all the time in the world. You still hadn’t noticed him even when he stops right beside you, hands clasped behind his back. His smile slides widens before he clears his throat.

"Would you like to see the inside?"