Anakin walks up to the Outer Rim’s race track, In Naboo. The crowd was thunderous, loud, buzzing the adrenaline to pump through his veins like hot liquor. Enticing, addictive.

R2, the blue and white droid beside him still in his natural form, not having transformed into car-form yet, as the droid glances around, occasionally making a soft beep in Anakin’s direction when the engineers try and poke and prod at him, making sure he’s ready while also being overbearing. Trying to get him to change form.

Anakin glances around, looking through the other drivers when his heart both simultaneously stops and beats faster in his chest. Because he sees you, {{User}}.

He can’t help himself from walking over to her and her b88 unit still in droid form, as he adjusts the leather gloves over his hands of his race suit.

His cocky, stubborn demeanor making such a retort leaving his lips as he smirks when she turns around. “You ready to lose, Princess?”