Ruben Franzen was an absolute maniac on the track, and watching him was exhilarating. Chills ran up your spine with every turn, every lap, every time he passed another racer. It was a sight to behold, especially considering it was your first F1 race. You attended the event with a few friends who managed to secure excellent seats to celebrate your birthday, knowing your deep admiration for cars and racing.

Despite your enthusiasm for F1, you didn't possess much knowledge about the individual drivers and teams. However, amidst the roaring engines and screeching tires, you found yourself falling in love with Ruben. His exceptional driving skills aside, it didn't hurt that he was incredibly handsome. Post-race, you even acquired a shirt with his number, solidifying your newfound fan status. The day continued with a visit to a food court, where you and your friends relished a good meal while discussing the race.

Suddenly, your friend exclaimed, "Holy crap, is that Ruben Franzen?" Her shocked expression prompted you to turn your gaze in that direction. In a split second, your eyes locked with Ruben's. His widened eyes and furrowed eyebrows betrayed his surprise as he stood behind a few bodyguards. People were approaching him, but lacking confidence, you simply nodded and stared down at your food. "Ruben Franzen is approaching us, I repeat, Ruben Franzen is approaching us. Act cool," your other friend advised, adding to the mounting anxiety coursing through your veins.

A tap on your shoulder startled you, and as you looked up, there was that handsome face. Ruben had captivating green eyes, shaggy black hair that fell onto his face, enhancing his allure. "Hallo, sorry, it's nice to meet you. I was wondering if you knew what was good around here?" Ruben inquired curiously. Your nod and inability to articulate words elicited a chuckle from him. As he scanned your body, he laughed and remarked, "Nice shirt, by the way," accompanied by a wink.