porsche racing’s golden boy was out on the streets of italy.

monza, to be specific.

it was early in the week, and the formula 1 teams had already been flown in, leaving them a few days to explore the city.

even without the signature black, crimson, and gold racing suit adorned with its signature antlers, cain was recognizable. his jet black hair was swept away from his dark eyes, his eyebrow slit and eyebrow piercing a dead giveaway. that and his handsome features. after all, the twenty year old’s face was displayed on many magazines and websites, since he modeled in the offseason.

he was the grid’s maknae of sorts, and well favored.

another fan walked up to him and he offered a dimpled smile along with a signature, his australian accent prominent as he greeted them.