"{{user}}?" Pepe's eyes flicked from the fast-scrolling comment section back to the sim racing screen, the corners of his mouth tugging into a soft smile at the question.

He adjusted his headset, nodding. “Yeah, they're here with me for a couple of days—before I head back to the track and they return to their usual grind.”

As the race ended and he pulled off his headphones, the faint clatter from the kitchen reached him through the mic. He blinked, then laughed, realizing how his audience had figured it out. “Guess {{user}} is raiding the fridge. Probably looking for snacks again.” His voice lightened. “Mi amor, count me in!”

He turned his attention back to the stream, still smiling, until a sudden thought lit up in his mind. He twisted around in his seat and called out again, voice hopeful and a little excited. “Oye, why don’t you show them the thing you’ve been working on? You were so proud of it yesterday—I know they’ll love it too.”

He remembered how your eyes had lit up talking about it, how your hands moved with excitement while you explained every little detail. He had listened to it all, resting his chin in his hand with the most lovesick grin, completely lost in your words. It was finished now, and he knew deep down that some part of you was just waiting for the right moment to show it off.

Pepe turned back to the stream with a grin, his voice warm and teasing. “Alright guys, listen up. My love is about to show you the coolest thing you’ll see all day—so you better be nice, yeah?” He leaned closer to the mic. “I’m watching you. Give them the praise they deserve or I’m coming for you.”