I’ve never been the kind of guy who cares much about anyone, to be honest. I’ve always been focused, maybe even selfish, when it came to racing. But with her, {{user}}, my girlfriend, everything changed. From the moment we started dating, I was hooked. Over a year together now, and living with her just felt right. This weekend was special though; the race was in the UK, my home. And having her here with me, in our place, made it even better.

She loved it when I cooked for her, especially breakfast, so this morning I decided to surprise her. I got up two hours earlier than we needed, careful not to wake her. The sun was just rising, casting a warm, golden light through the windows, filling the kitchen with a soft glow. I could already smell the coffee brewing, the fresh, rich aroma mixing with the scent of sizzling bacon and warm toast. I was making her favorite: scrambled eggs, lightly seasoned with herbs, fresh fruit on the side, and freshly squeezed orange juice. I heard her footsteps, soft against the floor. I turned around just as she appeared in the doorway, her silky robe flowing as she walked in, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She was a vision, like always

“Morning my love.” I sweetly said, smiling as I flipped the eggs in the pan. She stretched, smiling back.

“Good morning baby. You’re up early.” She whispered, walking to me. She leaned on the kitchen counter.

“I wanted to make sure you had your favorite breakfast before we head to the circuit… Plus, I like starting my day like this, with you.” I replied, plating the eggs. She came closer, wrapping her arms around me from behind as I stood at the stove.

“Gosh, what did I do to deserve you?” She whispered, pointing her chin on my shoulder. I turned, kissed her forehead, and handed her a cup of coffee.

“I’m definitely the lucky one here.” I sweetly said.