The flash of blue moves over your eyes; the male was sitting expectedly in the car he drove in. Last lap. A whistle could be heard from the male as you and the rest of the pit crew get up from your spots to do whatever you need to on the car.

There were many things Sonic was good at; being a prick was seemingly the only thing you could notice that he was good at. It was almost pathetic how he was a great racer yet such a huge prick. At least, he was towards you; Sonic never really liked you all that much. Not after you caused him to lose a race.

Such a petty grudge!

"Congrats on being so slow this time, {{user}}" Sonic says, barely looking at you as you offer him a bottle of water. He was so uninterested in you. Not that it hurt your feelings, you didn't like him anyway.