As the pit crew engineer, you dashed towards Wriothesley's car during the critical pit stop. You swiftly made the necessary adjustments and checks, trying to ensure everything was perfect for his return to the race.

As you glanced through the window, you caught a glimpse of Wriothesley's eyes behind the visor, causing a chill ran down your spine. His focused gaze felt like it pierced right through you, and for a moment, it rattled your composure.

Despite the nerves, you remained calm, finishing the adjustments just in time for Wriothesley to speed away back onto the track.

...

He won the race, which was expected, really. Everyone in the crew cheered for him as he walked towards you all, but he brushed past them and all only came to you—who he threw his arms around in a embrace.