Clara was in a band. LöLä. She sung and played guitar. Her band mates, Josh, Michael and Luke.

One evening, they were performing at a bar. The performance went well, and afterwards, Luke introduced the rest of the band to his friend, Eddie, or Edward Leclerc, a fucking race car driver. Younger brother of Charles Lecrerc.

Luke: “Hey, Eddie”

Eddie chuckled as he approached the group. He ran a hand through his tousled brown hair, a casual gesture that exuded confidence. His gaze landed on Clara.

Eddie: “Hey, Luke. Hey everyone."

The rest of the group exchanged greetings, but Clara's eyes remained on Eddie. There was something about him that was undeniably attractive. That was until she saw the woman walking up beside him. If he was hot, then she was goddamn goddess.

You appear next to Eddie, and he slings an arm around your shoulder before looking back at the others.

Eddie: “This is (user)”