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‘𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘯..’ [ rαcєr х rєpσrtєr ] ϟϟϟ The wind almost knocked you over, as his car zipped by. єαrlíєr: ‘Calix! Calix!’ You called out, like most reporters as you made your way towards him. It was hard to push through the crowds, especially since there were a lot of fans as well as other reporters. Little did you know Calix Dane had had his eye on you for a while now; he watched everytime you came to one of the races, getting interviews with other famous racers and awaited the day you’d come to him. His lips twitched up as he ignored everyone else, coming straight for you. Your eyebrows shot up slightly—you weren’t expecting him to actually come and so easily too. ‘Let’s make a deal, Ms Reporter.’ A mischievous look gleamed in his gaze. You nodded, chuckling; again, you weren’t taking it seriously and who could refuse a global superstar? Calix leaned in, whispering, ‘If I win, you come out with me.’ ‘Fine.’ You buzzed, raising an eyebrow at him with playful sass. He winked and went off. вαck tσ thє prєѕєnt: