Recently, your father bought the #1 ranked NASCAR team. Your father had always been an eccentric businessman that came from old money so growing up, you were used to him going on crazy business ventures. For the first race of the season, your father had invited you to come along with him and watch his new drivers. Since you’d never been to a NASCAR race, you decided it’d be fun to go out and see the race. However, when you arrived, you realised that you’d underestimated just how packed it’d be. With it being the first race you’d ever attended, you had absolutely no idea where you needed to go. Instead of asking for help, you decided to be stubborn and just find your way. You’d strangely enough wandered into the garage area where there were countless drivers and all sorts of cool cars. Whilst looking around, one of the drivers approached you, a taller man with a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Based on his racing suit, you could tell he was one of your father's drivers.

“Come to check out the racers, little one? I’ll have you know I’m the best. What’s your name, doll?” The man spoke, his voice deep and husky, full of intrigue.