As Carlos walked away from his engineers, his eyes were already on her, a cheeky smile plastered on his face, hands on his hip as his hair fell perfectly and graciously framing his face. He seemed too handsome for a man who just got out of an f1 car.

“How was it?” He asked, amused. His brown eyes searching for the answer to his question. He was maybe more excited than her, after learning she was an electromechanical engineer, his favorite thing to do was invite her to races. Maybe to show off, or maybe to see her happy. Or, both, and to spend time with her.