After the race in Miami, you were wandering around the bustling paddock area, soaking in the post-race atmosphere. Maneuvering mong the throngs of people, you were suddenly bumped by someone from behind.

You stumbled slightly, before turning around only to notice no other than Yuki still in his racing suit.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t notice you there.” Tsunoda spoke quickly, looking up at you with a sheepish smile.