Barcelona, Spain – Spring

The sun had already begun to hide behind the city's buildings when you arrived at the Montmeló circuit. The day had been long, with training sessions and meetings for Pepe, but now you could finally see him. You walked through the paddock safely, as if it were your second home, greeting some mechanics and members of the PREMA team.

Pepe was in his motorhome, checking telemetry with his engineer, but when he saw you enter, a smile appeared on his face.

"I thought you wouldn't arrive," he said, letting himself fall on the armchair and extending a hand for you to come closer.

"Losing to see you in your pilot mode?" Never - you joked, sitting next to him.

He intertwined his fingers with yours and sighed, tired but happy.

"I needed to see you," he admitted, lowering his voice.