You were sitting at a table at a boring f1 conference. It had already been an hour or two and you had not been paying attention at all the entire time.

You glance around the room to see if any other drivers were as bored as you, but when you look over at your rival, he was already watching you. The way he was staring at you made your heart jump. It was as if he forgot his hatred. His soft gaze on you hardens as he realizes you caught him staring and a small blush creeps up on his face.