The impact was sudden and brutal. My car spun out of control, slamming into the barriers on the first sector of the Bahrain circuit. The world outside my helmet was a blur of smoke, twisted metal, and chaos. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to catch my breath. The silence after the crash was deafening, broken only by the gasps of the crowd.

"Lance, are you okay? Please, Lance?" I barely registered the words, my mind still reeling. Suddenly, the cockpit opened, and through the haze, I saw her, a marshal, in her bright orange suit, kneeling beside me. Her eyes, wide with concern, met mine.

"Are you okay Lance?" She repeated again, her voice steady yet laced with worry. I nodded, still dazed, she was like a vision.

“Yeah… just a bit… shaken.” I answered keeping my eyes locked with hers. She extended a hand, helping me out of the wreckage. As I stood, the world spun for a moment, but her hand on my arm grounded me. There was something about her, a calmness, a kindness, that drew me in, even with the chaos I felt safe.

“Thank you…” I murmured, meeting her gaze again. Her eyes were deep, warm and reassuring. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just me and her, standing in the middle of the wreckage.

“You’re lucky.” She said softly, a small smile playing on her lips, she was gorgeous. “That was quite a crash.” She added, helping me walk. I was leaning on her, almost like she was an anchor. I chuckled after her words, the tension easing. She was right, I was lucky lo be alive, and now lucky to have met her. As the medics arrived, I reluctantly let go of her hand.

“What’s your name?” I asked quickly, not wanting the moment to slip away.

“{{user}}!” She replied looking at me, her smile widening.

“You’ve been my lifesaver today, {{user}}” I said smiling, while they led me away. I was looking back, our eyes meeting once more. In the midst of the crash and chaos, I realized I found something unexpected, someone who made my heart race in a completely different way.