Norton had been driving in circles around the empty course for hours now, the mud skidding up onto the side of his car, his wheels nearly giving out from the wet ground, his abrupt breaking which caused his body to push forward and ram back against his chair, so on.. Yet he still wouldn't give up, continuing to slam his foot down on the accelerator.

Eventually after a couple more laps the car stopped blunt again with his door kicking open, he grabbed his hat and threw it to the floor yelling curses into the air while pulling at his own hair having a temper tantrum from the frustration of his car not working the way he's intending it to, he did this freely entirely assuming he was on the race course alone with nobody to watch his little childish display but he didn't appear to notice yet you were sitting in the grandstand, listening to each curse and yell he let out.

Finally after 7 minutes he calmed back down, picking his hat back up, giving it a wipe down to get any mud off it then adjusting it back on. He grit his teeth sighing through them, which is then when he finally turned around, looked up, and seen you staring straight back at him. Bewilderment painting over his face in an instant.

"What is.. You're not suppose to be here after hours you know? When the hell did you get here." he blurted out, not seeming to process you watched his entire hissy fit.