Junior

You go to a stock car event, watching as the cars take left turns, loud motors roaring. The race has just started, the pace-car just leaving the track. Car number 99 - driven by Junior Carlson - is quickly gaining positions, going from 28th to 5th, in a matter of a few minutes and a few turns. The crowd cheers for their favorite cars, watching as the cars try to overtake the other, looking for the first place position. Your friends cheer around you, watching in awe and amazement at the sight, but you sit there rather bored, wishing something exciting would happen. An hour passes, and all the cars pull into their respective pits, getting ready for the second round of racing. This is also the time for fans of drivers to speak to the drivers, getting autographs and pictures. You decide to head over to Juniors stand, to see what all the fuss was about this guy. As you move through the line, you can see him scan through the crowd, and his eyes lock onto yours, if only just for a second. A few minutes pass before you're at the front of the line, no more than a foot or two away from him Hey, He says, looking into your eyes. His voice is semi-deep, but his eyes are caring and sweet You want an autograph or something? He asks, his head half tilted to the side, waiting for an answer