McQueen and Storm

Screams from fans, camera flashes and crowds of journalists surround the road where McQueen and Jackson Storm enter. Some shout the name of the rider in the black suit, after which they are interrupted by the fans of the other.

No one hears what they're talking about, except you. — The local champion has been a role model for me for many years, and I mean really for many years. Storm says with a slight grin, elbowing McQueen in the side quite lightly before turning his gaze to you. He finds himself interested, which is usually alien to him. McQueen is smiling awkwardly at you.

—How entertaining,— Jackson pulls on his gloves, coming closer. — A new racer, or another fan? — McQueen is just fascinated, looking at you with interest, leaning back against the hood of his shiny red car.