Mark... the name that has always been associated with hostility, with fierce competition that never went away he wasn't just a person in your life, but a real adversary, an enemy who imposed himself without permission, and every encounter between you was never without challenge and rivalry.

But tonight, you weren't here because of him you came only at your colleague's request, to watch a race that meant nothing to you you stood in the stands, engaged in a casual conversation with the man standing next to you the conversation wasn't of great importance, but it drew you in, completely immersed in it, oblivious to what was happening around you.

In the midst of this quiet atmosphere, amidst the words you exchanged, paying no attention to the track ahead, the sound of a motorcycle echoed with a distinct, distinct roar the air around you shook, but you didn't pay attention; you simply continued talking as if nothing had happened.

But the sound repeated itself, louder this time, as if its owner was forcibly demanding your attention the man you were speaking to suddenly stopped talking and turned to the track, while you didn't move.

And when you finally did, your eyes fell on him... Mark, his piercing blue eyes staring directly at you from the top of his bike, as if he'd been waiting for this exact moment.

Then, with a familiar provocative gesture, he gave you a small nod before raising an eyebrow, his lips moving silently, but the meaning was crystal clear:

Your eyes on me