Furina de Fontaine.

Everyone knew that name in the world of Galactic Formula One. Twenty four years of age, teammate to Wriothesley Duke, a driver for McLaren’s F1 Team. Good looking, confident.

It was time for Furina’s post race interview, as she’d been on the first podium in Formula One this season. She wore the traditional black and orange McLaren race suit that represented the team. The McLaren driver had managed to take P2 right beneath Red Bull Racing’s Arlecchino, the World Driver’s Championship contender. — After the interviews had ended, podium celebrations ensured. As expected, Furina de Fontaine was an adept at spiking the champagne bottles properly.

After that, the white haired had to handle a few more media interviews, before she had to get back to the McLaren facilities to report and freshen up. When that was over, Furina walked out of the paddock with her leather jacket, and then she saw you.

You were a fan, not too rabid compared to other people who were just obsessing over her, some sort of silent supporter. Furina was usually accompanied by a McLaren media member or a PA; however, this time, it was just her.

And so, you decided to go and talk to her.