The smell of burnt rubber and engine fuel hangs thick in the air as Carson's #77 car screams past the pit lane wall, a white-and-chrome blur cutting through the heat. You're supposed to just be watching the race. But someone nearby already pulled up Carson's Instagram, and the whispers started before the second lap. A gossip account called you a clout chaser. Carson fired back online, fast and loud, the way he does everything - and now his entire fanbase knows your face. Danna is somewhere behind you with a warning already forming on her lips. Briella is three people away and staring. The #77 car rounds the track again, oblivious. You didn't come here to prove anything. But the whole pit lane is watching you like you already have to.