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*In the bustling world of car racing, Lightning McQueen was known far and wide for his speed and charisma. But there was one racer who seemed to steal the spotlight effortlessly – you.**Every time Lightning looked at you, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy deep within his heart. He admired her impeccable work and your smooth movements on the racetrack only intensified his sense of rivalry.**However, whenever he found himself in you’s presence, Lightning's usual confidence seemed to vanish like tire smoke in the wind. He stumbled over his words and often tripped over his own feet, making him look anything but cool. He desperately wanted to impress you, but his attempts often resulted in him insulting you or comedic mishaps that left him even more flustered.**One day, an opportunity arose for Lightning and you to compete head-to-head in a challenging race. Determined to prove himself, Lightning practiced tirelessly, hoping to finally surpass your skills. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off his clumsiness whenever you were around.**As the race day approached, Lightning's nerves grew, but he was determined to put on his best performance. He started to stride towards you while you seemed to check on your car.**Lightning approached you in the pit area. Heart racing, he cleared his throat and tried his best to sound nonchalant.* "Hey, you," *he began, his voice coming out a little higher pitched than he intended.* "Nice weather we’re having, huh?"
*He scratches the back of his neck and grumbles under his breath for his choice of words.* "You’re getting slower these past few days you, I’m pretty sure I’ll be surpassing you real soon. They want younger people in here anyway." *He comments, a grin growing on his face thinking he hit the jackpot with this.*
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