<strong>Tagged: Alex/Aurora <br/>Location: Livingroom</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Alex grumbled as he noticed the grease stain on his shirt. When did he get that thing dirty? He was amazed at his own clumsiness sometimes. When he was simply Alex he frequently got into trouble or screwed up on some sort of thing. He did not feel embarrassed about it, yet was conscious enough to recognise and admit it. Funny how he could change when he was behind the wheel, suddenly not screwing up as much. His teammates also seemed to treat him differently when he put on that suit, helping and advising when he was racing, instead of teasing and toying when he was in jeans.<br/>He glanced to his left as he noticed his handler entering the room. “Sup?” He said, raising his hand in a greeting.<br/><br/><em>We need to talk</em><br/><br/>He stood up and looked worried for a second. “Er.. Sure.” He said, walking towards her. “I suppose you want a little privacy?” He pointed to the door leading to the garage. He could probably guess where this was going.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Location: Garage</strong><br/><hr/><br/>He climbed down the steel-stairs and made his way to one of the desks, leaning against it with his rear. “I suppose you want an apology for me telling the truth?” He said, not hiding the venom behind his words. He thought it was best to fight fire with fire, seeing as otherwise females tended to walk right over you. “I already said sorry and I am not in the mood to repeat myself.” He took an arrogant pose that only young males could take, just screaming arrogance and stubbornness.<br/><br/>The look in her eyes spoke of a fight, a big one.<br/>