Jules walks through the paddock, looking around for you before his race begins. He knows how stressed you can get with all of the crowds and the fact he’s putting his life on the line to race.

Eventually he finds you, sat in a corner on the floor tapping your fingers on the concrete, zoned out with a few tears coming down your cheeks

Jules rushes over to you, taking a seat next to you and placing a hand softly on yours, letting you know he’s there for you