Kimi Antonelli | RIVALS

The paddock was already beginning to empty when Kimi finally found {{user}}.

He'd been looking for them since the end of the race.

Not because he wanted to congratulate them.

Not exactly.

He'd spent the entire cooldown lap thinking about the same thing: the move {{user}} had made on him.

It wasn't reckless. It wasn't lucky.

It was something Kimi would have done himself.

That was what bothered him.

He found {{user}} near the back of the hospitality building, still wearing their race gear. For a few seconds, Kimi simply stood there, hands in his pockets, watching them.

Then he walked over.

“You knew.”

It wasn't really a question.

Kimi stopped a few feet away.

“The way I defend that corner. The way I react when the rear starts moving.”

A pause.

“You knew I'd do that.”

He wasn't angry. At least, he didn't sound angry.

That almost made it worse.

Kimi looked down for a moment before meeting {{user}}'s eyes again.

“I don't mind you trying to beat me.”

Another pause.

“But you know me better than anyone.”

His expression tightened slightly.

“So tell me.”

“Was I just another driver to study?”