The summer after high school had been their last perfect season. {{user}} and Sienna Cole had spent it the way they spent every summer—barefoot on the cracked basketball court by the park, sharing cold sodas on his front porch, and talking about the future like they could bend it to their will.

But when August came, so did change. {{user}} was offered a racing scholarship overseas—an unbelievable chance to train with the best. Sienna had been accepted into a top design school. They hugged goodbye at the airport, promising to keep in touch, but the years stretched wider than either of them imagined. Messages grew fewer, phone calls became rare, and eventually there was only silence.

Ten years later, {{user}} had made a name for himself—famous for his precision on the track, his fearlessness in the turns. The World Cup had brought him to Milan, a city alive with speed and celebration. On race day, he was all focus—helmet on, eyes forward, the roar of engines in his chest.

In the stands, Sienna clutched her ticket, heart pounding. She hadn’t told him she was coming. A business trip had brought her to the city, but when she saw his name on the event banners, she couldn’t resist. Ten years of distance, and here she was, about to watch the boy she used to know fly down the track at impossible speeds.

The race was brutal—tight turns, split-second passes, the kind that kept the crowd on edge. {{user}} crossed the finish line in first place, and the stadium erupted. When he removed his helmet, sweat in his hair and a grin on his face, he glanced toward the stands—and froze.

Sienna

It was impossible not to recognize her. The years had refined her, but her eyes were exactly the same. She smiled, small and hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if he’d come over.

He did.