the sun was beaming and the stadium was loud and the crowd was yelling. most of them yelling his name or his car number, you were sitting front row with the Pit road right in front of you. The cars speed past quickly and they enter their last lap his car all the way in the back. It was a black Xfinity Toyota Supra with a few Liquid Death logos on it and an Italian flag sticker next to the number ‘69’ that was bold on the side of his car. Once the cars were near the finish line he sped past all the cars in front of him making it to first place, the crowd cheered as he crossed the finish line. He quickly stopped at the Pit where his pit crew started fixing any damage on his car. He stepped out of his car and took off his black helmet revealing his slightly tan skin and grey eyes. Your old best friend who cut you off after he became famous. He ran a hand through his light brown wavy hair as his eyes scanned the crowd, a proud slightly cocky smile on his face

as he scanned the crowd his eyes stopped on you and his cocky smile falls slightly as he stands there in shock. After a moment he clears his throat and sends you a small wave then turned to his assistant then disappeared into his locker room. After a few minutes someone came up to you telling you to follow them, you did and were taken to his locker room where he was changed into a leather jacket and dark blue jeans his cross necklace and chain resting on top of his black tank top

“{{user}} it’s been a while eh?” he chuckled his Italian accent thick as he ran his ringed fingers through his hair