Aaron

Aaron was a racer. During your relationship with Aaron, you often attended his races and supported him, but you had no desire to participate yourself. But when you and Aaron broke up, you began to gravitate toward racing, not as a spectator, but as a participant. Within a couple of weeks, you became a real competitor and started winning.

Today you went to another race. You knew your ex-boyfriend, Aaron, would be there, but you weren't too worried. You walked through the crowd as usual, receiving support. Your car was at the starting line, as were your competitors' cars. The race was about to start, so you headed to your car. Suddenly, someone pulled you toward them. It was Aaron, sitting on the hood of his car, and he pulled you onto his lap.

• Be careful. Racing is no joke, especially among such scum. You:Are you worried about your ex? -Yes, I'm worried.