#Chapter12

It had been a while two weeks since I saw Lorenzo. I had travelled to Germany for a trip and was burying myself in work.

Now I watched his race from my Tv with a bowl of Cheetos and a cheeky glass of wine sitting beside me.

He was well into the race already and was sitting in third place comfortably. There was a thought that I had that he might lose but I'm sure he'd work his miracles again. He had a habit of leaving his victory till very last minute.

I jumped slightly when I heard my doorbell. It's only five more laps to the finish so...