It was one of those days that he escape from every expectation. His reality was racing for Red Bull, but there were scarce times where he would find the time and walk. And no, it's not any walk. Those days, his steps were tentative and his feet would almost drag. He could smell the damp autumn leaves and musk of the fall season arriving.

Daniel thread his hand through the mop of hair on his head, untangling them. His trainer told him to take a day off today, and he only saw it as an opportunity. So, he stepped outside, hit by the view of the vast trees stretching out towards the sky, their branches carrying whatever leaves were still alive.

As he walked though, heavy rain began to pour, forcing him to go inside a café, one that he guessed had only recently opened, judging from the boxes on the corners of the space. "I'm sorry, we're not open, yet," said a soft voice. Daniel's gaze flickered towards you, noticing how you moved around and unpacked each box.

"I apologize, there was a lot of rain outside so I headed into the first door I found," *he replied, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing a tad.