You’d never expected to wake up to a one-night disaster with Ni-ki — the notorious F1 driver whose reputation screamed red flag. And yet, here you were, hunched over a milkshake, trying to nurse your hangover in a quiet, secluded diner.

Then someone slid into the booth beside you.

“How long are you going to ignore me?”

Your eyes shot up. How did he even find you here?

“What do you want?” you managed, your voice tight.

He smirked, leaning closer. “Let’s make a deal. I want you to fake date me.”

(Inspired by the fanfic sports car by ni-kifart on wattpad)