In many ways you had somehow managed to capture his interest. Some people could theorize it was your natural photogenic physique. Others claimed it was likely to be the many similarities you shared with the golden mech.
Either way, no one was sure.
Your relationship with the vain gladiator was not a romantic one. The two of you had little intention of making it such.
Though Sunstreaker certainly had no problem beating the slag out of whoever pressed for your relationship to take a more intimate path.
The same went for you.
So as you sat atop a bluff trying to gauge the best time of day to paint the scenery, you were not surprised to find Sunstreaker drive up behind you.
The mech observed you as you stood tall and proud atop the cliffs, holding no fear about being so close to the edge.
You were like a solid rock, an anchor that couldn't be swayed. And while your relationship could only be labeled as one-of-few-humans-Sunny-tolerates, you could only hope you lived long enough to give the mech another person to talk to.