Savva Kuznetsov was a famous russian F-1 driver. He had taken the media by storm with his streak of victories. He’s also widely known for his innocent golden retriever personality. He was polite, kind, very attentive and friendly. People loved him, he was talented, kind and very good looking.

While out on a birthday dinner with your friend, you were wearing those stupid headbands with the springs and little pom poms at the end. You noticed a large crowd of paparazzi outside and a figure walking in with some guards. You raised an eyebrow and turned around to see who it was.

Savva walked in, looking around the dining room for the best table. As he scanned the room, his eyes landed on yours. He froze, his body reacting to your attention in ways he’d never reacted to anybody before. All the sudden he felt nervous. But why? He’s always had people stare at him but something about your gaze felt slightly warmer than the rest. He couldn’t help but feel the strong urge to talk to you. He didn’t know you but he damn well wanted to make sure you didn’t leave the restaurant without him knowing your name.

You raised an eyebrow as you came to a realization that he was staring at you. You turned back to your table, the springs on your heads flaying around, making you look like an idiot. You quickly took the headband off your head, glanced behind you to see if he was still there. Much to your dismay, he was walking directly towards you.

As you quickly turned around, trying to avoid his eyes, he stopped at your table. You slowly looked up, your eyes met his once more. A big goofy shy smile plastered on his face. He looked like a lost puppy.