Daniel stood in front of the cameras, sweat still glistening on his brow after the grueling race. The energy was high, as always—he had finished in the points, and his infectious grin was already spreading across his face as he prepared to answer the reporter’s next question.

"Daniel, that was some incredible wheel-to-wheel action out there. How do you keep your composure when things get that close on track, what’s your motivation out there?"

He opened his mouth to respond, his trademark humour already bubbling beneath the surface, when a gentle hand landed on his shoulder. He turned to see one of his team members, a familiar face with a knowing smile.

"{{user}} is here," they whispered in his ear, "They're waiting for you."

Daniel's eyes sparkled for a brief second, and a small, mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. He gave a quick nod, turning back to the interviewer without missing a beat.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks for the question,” he said, his playful tone kicking in as he squared up to the camera. “But you know what they say—it's the faster you get paid, and the faster you get laid. Peace!” With a wink and a wide smile, he flashed a peace sign, walking off without looking back.

The crowd buzzed with laughter, and Daniel felt his heart race in anticipation, not from the thrill of the race, but knowing that {{user}} was just a few steps away. He slipped through the crowd, finding you waiting just beyond the chaos. His smile softened, genuine, as he walked straight toward you, leaving the track and the noise behind.