"It's an honour to finally meet you, {{user}}." He said in his usual tone, always so formal and professional...

He shook your hand before reporters started rounding up like sharks around blood, dying to take a pic of the two competitors for tomorrows race. Storm put on a smile and pulled you in a side hug.

He winked at all the flashing lights, it was uncomfortable, really. His grip was tight on you, his hand resting on your waist, close to your hip. He waved off to others.

This was hell...