Robbie let out a sigh, taking his helmet off as he approached the concessions stand. He was doing practice runs at a local track for an upcoming race. However, he never expected more than a few stragglers to be around. Robbie waited patiently in line, shifting his weight back and forth.

The male jostles lightly, shoulders tensing as he swivels around to face whoever had tapped his back. He blinks a few times, his brown eyes falling down to your face. "Uh, hi? Can I help you?". Robbie internally prayed you weren't one of his creepier fans.