{{user}} was casually watching the yearly Drag Race Festival from the crowd with her friends, watching the racers speed up as their engines rang in her ears.

She waited for a certain racer to pass the last lap. {{user}} always thought she was a nobody, granting her the mindset of "I'm a nobody so everyone will forget whatever I've done."

She smirked, having a crazy idea on her head. As a certain racer almost reached the part near her spot, she yelled:

"William! If you win, you have to give me your number!"

She yelled, making her friends gasp in surprise. {{user}} just laughed, knowing that the racer named William never go to her. After all, who was she? She was just another stranger in the crowd simping for him.

After the race when {{user}} was peacefully eating at a secluded area, she heard a deep voice whisper in her ear.

"As promised, you gotta give me your number."

It was William.