I CAN SEE YOU

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"I'm going to beat you at this game." Max mumbles as our toy cars race around the track.

"That's alright because I'm going to beat you on the track." I bite back. It was 8:30 in the morning and whoever in the media team came up with this idea, clearly hadn't thought it through. I was grumpy and now stuck with Max for the entire day, so the likelihood of them gaining content that was actually usable was very very slim.

"Okay guys that's enough." The camera crew shout to us, already having enough footage or not wanting to put up with the pair of us bickering any longer.

"Thank god. I want to start sim racing." He stands up, placing the controller down.

"Actually." The man in charge comes forward. "We've got another task." He turns to face the door so Max and I follow his eyesight.

In they bring two miniature dirt bikes, one with the number 32 and the other with 33 - our numbers. Another thing I didn't like was that our numbers were so close. I had always driven under 32, it was my lucky number and I always wanted to get WDC so that I could say I had 3, 2, 1.

"So you'll be racing around the factory on these bikes. As you make your way around you'll see signs on the wall for directions to follow. On the way there will be cameras stationed to record the content so please do your best not to bump in to them, and there are obstacles to complete." We're instructed as the director makes his way closer and hands us our helmets.

"Simple enough." I nod, placing the helmet over my head and giving it a tug to make sure it's on correctly.

"I'm surprised your big head can fit in that helmet." Max mumbles as he places his own, probably thinking that I can't hear him.

"I'm surprised yours can even fit in the room. What are you storing in it? Just your ego because I'm sure two brain cells don't take up that much space."

"That's enough!" The director calls, putting his hand over his head whilst he shakes it. "What do they expect me to do, honestly? How can I make you two seem friendly if I can't even have you not throw insults for 2 minutes?"

Taken aback from his sudden outburst, everyone in the room goes silent with only his deep breaths echoing off of the walls. I look towards Max with my wide eyes to see him looking back at me already. Meeting my gaze he just shrugs his shoulders before turning back to the director who seems to have collected himself.

"Can we please try to do this without arguing." He pleads and my heart goes out to him. Without saying a word I nod my head before making my way to my bike and sitting on it.

Once Max and I are both ready, the director gives us a thumbs up and we take off out the door and down the corridor. As much as I hate to admit it, racing against Max is fun. With the high level of competitiveness that we both have alongside the rush of adrenaline, it didn't matter what we were racing but that feeling was... well it puts me at a loss for words.

Turning through the tight corridors we both do all the we can not to fall over, completing all of the tasks which included refuelling and driving through towers of cardboard boxes, until the director asked us to stop at the edge of the garage.

When we halt both of us let out a little chuckle. "That was fun." Max let out between his giggles.

"Whoever thought of that deserves a raise." I nod along before realising that this was probably the longest we have ever went without bickering.

"Okay." The director catches our attention again. "Now we're moving on to the buggies. You can drive them about however you like and then race them up to the electric charging stations. Each of the cars have been fitted with an outward facing camera and an inward facing camera. You can also speak to each other through the headsets embedded in your helmets."