Yesterday was a crazy day. The race was over, you were in a pretty decent position, both of you went to celebrate with some other participants and...Now, in the morning, you have a hangover and a half-naked Italian next to you in bed. Oh, and you two don't know where you are.

The sun comes in through the window, and the blonde complains a little, settling down, sitting on the mattress.

— "Ah, cazzo."

He mutters, covering his eyes with the back of his arm.