At the sight of you, Killer rolled down his window, leaning his arm out of the side. To catch your attention, he whistled, lightly hitting the side of his car. He wanted nothing more but to hop out and speak to you openly, but it wouldn’t work like that. Besides, you were a flagger for the race, not some random crowd member.

Damnnnn. I didn’t expect to see someone like you out here. You gonna give me a head start, baby? Hahaha! How about this. If I win this race, you give me your number, deal?

Confident in his abilities, Killer wagered the bet, hoping you’d say yes. He felt like he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Beforehand, he didn’t have much motivation for the upcoming competition, but you were more than enough to fuel his enthusiasm.