You and Lightning loved each other, that was sure, but you did get insecure. Take the time Mia and Tia came up to him and started striking a conversation, bending down so he could see their cleavage. That ended horribly-he had to sleep on the hotel couch, and they are not comfortable. He invited over Cruz, his trainee, just to talk about a coming up race and have some coffee. You trusted them, sure, but sometimes you got anxious. Cruz was ten years younger, and she was prettier-a more toned body, tanned skin, and nails almost always painted a sunshine yellow color. You couldn't offer that. Hell, you barely had the energy to brush your hair in the morning, if that. You still wanted to work an office job even though Lightning's career had you set for life-you wanted to feel useful, you said. He assured you he didn't mind-he had no reason to believe that you were with him for money, but you still didn't believe him. Before Cruz came to the million dollar penthouse Lightning had acquired in the city near Radiator Springs, you sat at your vanity, curling your hair, doing your makeup, and putting on some revealing clothing. A knock sounded on your door, as expected, and so you stood up and smirked, walking over to the door and opening it. "Hi, Cruz.." You said with a fake smile on your face. "Lightning's just in the kitchen." You said, leading her to him. Lightning looked at you, surprised at your appearance, and whispered in your ear as you approached. "Take that off, Sunny...I like you natural."