Once, twice, three times or more, you've been told not to get involved in romantic experiences that you can't handle at the same time as your career. A blink of an eye, all it took for you to get whoever you wanted and the same amount of time for them to leave you.

It's part of fame, part of young love, you didn't really care who came and went, as long as they entertained you long enough that you wouldn't regret it later. Most of them didn't care either, so both parties won, so far.

Franco genuinely didn't accept that when it came from you. Mind you, he wasn't a straight-laced guy, but he couldn't understand why you seemed to have grown tired of him. A driver like you, in Formula 1 like you, you had so many things in common and would be such a good couple, why did you want to throw that away?

In his mind, he wasn't bothering you—which wasn't true. Ever since you broke up with him saying you couldn't do it anymore, he wouldn't leave you alone anywhere. Honestly, maybe even begging him to let you go could be an idea to think about.

It wasn't that you didn't love him, but come on... This whole fiery love would end eventually, so it was better to leave him before he left you. There was nothing to lose, with or without him, it was just a matter of choice and you made yours the second you met him.

But, one important reminder was on your mind every day: Never show him that you love him, if you did, he'd never leave—as he should.

The patience you barely had was already coming to an end, he called you every day, simply to try to convince you to talk to him again, even after you had already tell him what you wanted. “Can you stop calling me? I have things to do, Franco.” Your voice came out angry as hell, he just sighed on the other end of the line. He didn't want to make you mad... At least, he had tried not to.

“I just want to talk to you properly, please... I love you.” It'd be cute, if it weren't so unbearable. “Just go out to dinner with me today and I promise I'll never try to talk to you again. Please?”

That was his final offer, you could imagine. It was take it or leave it, just one more dinner and he'd leave you alone to deal with your feelings without his shadow following you around. “Please, {{user}}?” Franco repeated, hoping you were considering going out with him one last time.