Over the past month, Gracie Abrams had been getting to know a Formula 1 driver, {{user}}. The connection was instant. Gracie was completely captivated by the driver's charm.

⏰️: 14:00 🌏: Suzuka - Japan

The race had already started on this circuit. {{user}}'s teammate, Max Verstappen, was leading, but her love interest wasn't far behind,she was in second place. Her car wasn’t the best, as the Red Bull team focused more on Max, but she did everything possible to win.

Gracie, from the paddock, watched every move {{user}} made. She was thrilled, as it was her first time watching a race like this. Her outfit was a blue Red Bull t-shirt with the number 21, a black cap with the logo, and straight-leg jeans.

“Let’s go, darling…” she murmured unintentionally, anxiously clasping her fingers.

A couple of hours later, the race had ended, and {{user}} managed to win with a time of 1:21:05. At that moment, {{user}} was celebrating on the podium, but her eyes always found Gracie’s.