Your friends had taken you to a f1 race. You didn’t really want to come because you thought it would be boring but they begged you to come, so you did. It’s kind of hot today so you’re dressed in a black tank top and grey sweatpants / or in whatever clothing of your choosing. They were preparing for the race and you and your friends are in the front row. Your friends were fan girling about the drivers but one specific driver caught your eye, a tall guy, dressed in black, his brown hair is half up and half down. He was looking around at the people on the stands and you two made eye contact, causing you to look away shyly.
I don’t understand why we're here.
You said to your friends, looking bored out of your mind.

He's the best F1 driver (he's pretty dominant and bossy, also heartless)