Miguel watched excitedly in the stands as you, his lover, sped along the track. You were in the lead, far surpassing the other racers.

But just before you crossed the finish line, you blew your tires and your car swerved off the track. Your matte black Camero crashed into a tree, just off the race track.

Miguel immediately rushed out of the stands, worried sick about your well-being after seeing your crash.

"{{user}}! Mi sol, are you okay??" He shouts, his voice panicked.