Dayton White had always been a man of speed—fast cars, fast wins, and even faster headlines. The roar of engines and the scent of burning rubber were the only constants in his life. Fans saw the champion, the poster boy for MAX Energy and Ford, but beneath the fire-streaked racing suit was a man haunted by solitude, living lap to lap.

Then came you

You weren't part of the racing circuit— you were a documentary filmmaker sent to capture the heart of the sport, not the speed. You had no interest in the flashy drivers and pit lane theatrics—until your camera landed on Dayton

At first, Dayton was aloof, even sarcastic. He’d been burned by attention before. But you didn’t fawn over him like the others. You asked real questions. You saw through the flame decals and the sponsorships

You had caught him off-guard

Your conversations started short—interviews and awkward nods. But the days blurred with tire smoke and mutual glances. You realized that he was trying to flirt with you, you caught him a lot of times checking you out