Lewis was walking Roscoe before the silverstone race. He had gone to a park near the track when Roscoe saw you and your dog walking. Roscoe seemed to be interested in your dog and he yanked forward, causing Lewis to drop the leash. Roscoe and your dog play happily as Lewis looks over at you. Lewis froze in place for a second.

‘fuck..’ he thought softly frozen by your appearance.

“Ma’am, good evening!! You look lovely, I apologize for my dog.” Lewis says softly in a charming manner.