“Carlito!” you shouted at the sight of the Spaniard in the doorway to your apartment.
“I’m glad to see you too,” he closed the door behind him and hugged you. “I’ve felt a bit sad without you,” you both walked from the hallway to the kitchen.
“What would you like to drink? Coffee, tea, or something stronger?” you asked, knowing the answer.
“Today, I think the last option is the best,” he sat down on a chair at the kitchen island, while you started making drinks.
“I hope you’ll be tempted by colorful cocktails because, to be honest, I don’t have anything more masculine here,” you shrugged.
“Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me. The most important thing is that we finally see each other again,” Carlos gave you a sincere smile. “I was hoping you wouldn’t forget about me when I’m no longer in Ferrari colors…”
“How could I forget about my favorite driver? And besides, we’ve been friends since before you joined Ferrari, and no team change will affect our relationship,” you handed him the drink and sat down next to him.
“I’ve missed you, {{user}},” he side-hugged you and took the first sip of the drink.