Pepe slowly woke from his sleep, gradually becoming aware of his surroundings. As he stirred, his eyes fell on you, still peacefully asleep beside him. Without thinking, his hand gently moved to run his fingers through your hair, a tender gesture born out of habit.

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was Sunday, and next week marked the beginning of his race week. His summer break was coming to an end, which meant he would soon have to say goodbye and head off to another country to prepare for the next race.

Honestly, Pepe wished he could stay with you for just a few more days. A month-long summer break hadn't felt like nearly enough; time always seemed to slip away too quickly when he was with you. Hours with you felt like mere minutes, days like hours, and weeks like days.

Lost in thought, Pepe let his hand slide from your hair to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and whispered "Buen día, mi amor"