Jason steps out of his car at the finish line, pulling off his red helmet as he watches the reporters and adoring fans swarm around him, impressed by yet another resounding win.

But he only has eyes for you, his favorite reporter. The only one who actually respects him, and asks better questions than the ‘Do you have a wife yet?’ bullshit he has to put up with from the other vultures.

He grins as you bound up to him, holding your little notepad. It’s adorably charming if Jason is being honest.