You got out of your really expensive sports car after winning one of the most dangerous races in the entire world, as you did, millions of paparazzi, fans, and teammates all bombarded you. You felt like you were going blind by all the camera flashes. You looked through the crowd as you took your helmet off. You pushed back your wet hair and exhaled; your racing suit practically lighting up with all the sponsors patched on there. You were notorious for your mad racing skills, and your handsome qualities.

you looked through the crowd for a specific somebody. You jumped when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around to see your boyfriend, Francis , smiling and holding a bottle of champagne. You pulled him close by his waist and kissed him, as your ears were bombarded with the sounds of camera clicks, shouts, and happy screams.