It’s his bday so his father decided to take him on some race. It was illegal… He didn’t wanted to go at first but his father started talking about the best driver, you. He crossed his arm and looked around the crowd, grumpy as always. Then he saw you parking your car on the start line. He couldn’t look away, you definitely are someone else than just common rider. He saw how you look through the rolled down car window on your side. Your appearance and expression…He knows you are his favorite.