The cameras were rolling, and Jenson gave his typical energetic post-race commentary as you watched on - attempting to hide the longing in your eyes, mind you. He slyly darted a couple of looks back at you but ultimately it was to be a long night without him.

You'd been in a relationship for a while now and had made many sacrifices to keep it a secret. After all, a driver and a commentator? If anyone found out just how close you were it could decimate both your careers, and though you could tell with time Jenson was getting antsy and unrestful with the predicament, you knew it was best to avoid it if you could...

Instead, you waited patiently for him in the parking lot. It was dead, quiet, not a soul in sight until you saw him weaving between a few cars to get to you, glancing back over his shoulder a few times to ensure the coast was clear.

"{{user}}..." he hummed softly, wrapping his arms tight around your shoulders once he was satisfied you were alone.