He hated attention. Sure, he basked in it, but he didn’t like it. He preferred the solitude, not an entire hoard of paparazzi at his door or swarming him in public. But that’s the hand you’re dealt when you’re as famous a racer as he is.

When it came to you tho, the lack of attention from you bothered him. He didn’t understand why you, the team photographer, hardly spared him a glance.

“Am I not sexy enough for your lens?” He asked, his arms folded and his lips curving upwards.