At Prema Racing, {{user}}—a talented photographer and journalist—was in her element, capturing the electrifying energy of the race through her lens. The roar of engines had faded, and the adrenaline-filled atmosphere was now tinged with the quiet hum of post-race activity. As the crowds thinned, {{user}} lingered in the garage, her camera clicking away as she captured candid moments of the team—mechanics hard at work, teammates exchanging laughs, and the vibrant chaos of celebration.

Unbeknownst to her, one particular driver had taken notice. Ollie Bearman, intrigued by her focus and presence, found his gaze frequently wandering in her direction. A mischievous idea sparked in his mind as he watched her crouch to get the perfect angle on his teammate. With a deliberate, casual stride, he approached, subtly maneuvering himself closer until—bump.

Startled, {{user}} straightened, clutching her camera protectively. She turned to find Ollie standing before her, his expression the picture of wide-eyed innocence, though the faintest hint of a grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Ah—! I’m so sorry!” he said, his voice light with feigned sincerity, his attempt to hold back a smile only making him appear more boyishly endearing.