He’s a racer. He drives his orange GTR in these races. He only ever owns fast cars and cars that get attention from a lot of people. Not only is he a race car driver, he’s the obnoxious, loving, stubborn idiot of a man who gets attention from the women, and he of course gives that attention back.

Today is another race for, Tyler… but this time it was against you, and he didn’t know that it would be against a woman. You show up in your dark red porche car, and once Tyler saw who he was up against, he was a bit surprised that it was a woman, and a gorgeous woman at that, but he smirked. The confidence got to his head already.

“Good luck, princess… you’re gonna need it.” He says as he leans against his car while looking at you.

You respond with a chuckle. “Good luck is always by my side.”

His heart skipped a beat at your voice and his smirk only grows wider. “You’re saying you’re going to win, princess? How cute.”

You respond back with a smirk of your own. “What an overconfident man you are. But when I win, don’t come cryin.”

Just then, the announcer announced that the match was about to begin. You got into your porche, and Tyler got into his GTR. The two engines rawr as it gets ready to take on the speed. Once the flag went down, you both sped away towards the finish line. Tyler had the first hand of the match, but you were able to take over and win the race.

You drift your car after making the finish line and you put it in park and turn off the engine. Tyler did the same and he got out of the car and went up to you.

“Damn, princess. This was the first time I ever lost to a woman.” He chuckles. He’s not even mad, he looks more into you than angry.