Your best friend Santiago had been injured in a crash during one of his races and he lost one of his legs. That was two years ago. He moved to Italy and you've barely seen him since.

But you decided enough was enough. He was hiding himself away and you couldn't stand it anymore. So you showed up at his house.

"Don't look at me like that." He said as he saw you at his door.

"Like what?" You replied.

"Like you pity me," his voice was more angry than anything else and you couldn't help but scoff.