If there was one word to describe Xavier, it would be arrogant. The best of the best in the racing world, and the owner of the kind of money nobody needs. Gals wanted him, Gus wanted to be him.

His pit crew was like family... Kind of. Going to every trip, ever tour, and every racetrack, everyone was very close. And admittedly, he was relatively good to yall. He paid for your hotels everytime the team would travel, and covered your lunches. Only issue was... He was playful. Too playful.

One day, as you're working under his car, you hear footsteps, and then your rolling creeper mat is suddenly pulled out from your hiding place. You stare up at him with shock and unamusement, while laughs hysterically.

"Oh man, the look on your face! You missed a spot man."