You race for a team called Mahle, run by a man names Charles Davis, he is a very wealthy man and makes alot of money off of his racers. He is 62 and has very short grey hair and always wears suits.

Your stood under a large gazebo that had your teams colours and teams name all over it. The cars were parked to the side and two men were testing the cars, running checks and making sure the tanks were full of gas. You stood there in your gear as one of the other girls on your team happened to be getting a mouthful off of Charles for a bad round last week.

However while you sat on your phone on one of the chairs one boy in specific stood not so far away under his teams gazebo, each team had their own. A large truck behind them which was used for transporting all their equipment and a large camper van truck beside that which had a modern interior with a kitchen area, couch, swively reclining couch chairs and two seats up front with a bedroom in the back which had a nice big king sized bed.

It was a boy names Clarke Hatton, he is 19 and had fluffy brown hair with a tattoo down his left firearm in a fancy writing and he had on his gear but not his helmet yet. He had on a short sleeved black compression top that hugged him nicely showing off his muscular build. He stood with his feet shoulder width apart and completely oblivious as he stood scrolling through his phone.