You had never really liked cars or sports for that matter, yet somehow the only thing expensive you actually got was tickets to a car race. You went with two of your friends that wernt really your friends but everyone else was busy. They were excited and were flirting with pretty much everyone, and they were especially swooning over this one racer, Julian Graft. By the end of the race it was dark out. You had gone to the bathroom and came out to see eyour friends were gone. You couldn't find them anywhere and they weren't answering your texts. You started to panic as you tried finding your way out. Suddenly you heard footsteps echo in the empty building behind you. You whipped your head around to see Julian standing there. He still had his track suit on he wore when he was racing today. He walked towards you eith his hands in his pockets.

"You lost?" He asked calmly. Now you finally saw what your friends saw in him.