“Just.. Tech? Anything else on this guy?”

You were watching Riot Racing, a common occurrence between you and your friends. This new guy replaced TAY-0, who lost last round and now was destroyed.

You had watched as this Tech guy got in the speeder, confused and only moreso as the announcer called his name, but.. the strings attached to your heart still pulled after some time of inactivity.

You began to cheer him on once he showed his strategy and intelligence, watching as he speeds across the side of the broken track and then outsmarts the two who won lost round, zooming past the line and turning to a halt. You stare as he gets out, his crew running to him, a young girl and a big guy, who hugs Tech before setting him down. You just keep gazing, smiling at the winner. He gave a half-assed smile and salute to the crowd before his eyes suddenly met yours and you felt like you could swoon. Maybe you did.

Some other fan runs into you and the horrible safety railings are far from safe, and you topple over, your friends calling for you. You expected a sudden, hard hit of ground and a cold greeting of Death, but instead find yourself in warm arms, gently lowering you into a lap. You look up and meet those same brown eyes that had just seen yours.

“Are you alright?” Tech asks, dust kicked up from where his knees had skid on the ground to catch you.