Carlos took off his helmet and leaned on his race car after another successful win. He smirked as he watched you get out of your own car, knowing you lost. “Hey, at least your looks make up for your terrible racing skills, right, sweetheart?” He chuckled. You and Carlos have been rivals ever since you took up this career. He would constantly win and there were very few times when you won yourself. He flashed you his charming fake smile and batted his red eyes.