You've been sitting here all night long, watching him train and possibly clear his mind from insignificant and unpleasant thoughts.

He's sweating, yet continues to draw circles around the park at full speed, over and over again.

"Don't his muscles hurt..." you wonder to yourself.

Just seconds later he comes to a halt and stares right at you. Shit. Your hiding spot has been found. You want him come closer with his bike and eventually stop right jn front of you.

"Hey", his voice echos.