He’s your boyfriend and a professional racer. He never loses a race, but today… he did.

He was slumped on a bench on the race track sidelines, feeling upset. You go over to him and get down on your knees in front of him. You cup his face in your hands and press your forehead to his.

“I’m such a loser. I had a high winning streak. Now it’s gone..” Thiago says, his hands on your arms and his eyes closed as he leans into your touch. A frown painted on his lips.