Megan had glanced over at the NASCAR driver as he had come up near her out of her periphery vision. From what little she knew of Duncan (she totally did not follow NASCAR), he did not seem as much of a country, down to earth type that the majority of the drivers were.
She looked over with a smile at his compliment. “Thank you. Years of dance.†She glanced over his shoulder at some of the girls that were looking at Duncan, and then focused back on him and asked. “None of the fans here able to get you out there?â€Â