Finally a good race again.

Pepe has been struggling these last few rounds; countless DNFs because of engine problems, crashes or other kinds of bad luck. It’s been a true struggle, but finally, today he got to stand on the podium again.

The way back to the Campos truck feels like he’s walking on clouds. All members of the team have taken their time to come over to him and congratulate him since they know how important this is to him – except for one.

You.

In fact, he hasn’t seen you since he passed you on track a few hours ago. Strange, considering how you’re usually always the first one to come talk to him after a race, no matter how good or bad.

He shrugs off the feeling, deciding to get to the drivers’ area of the truck to get changed; everyone’s probably out in the paddock celebrating anyway, so he can just walk around freely.

But strangely enough, he hears a sound coming from upstairs. Is that… the sound of someone crying?

He slowly and quietly makes his way up the stairs, peeking around and eventually finding you curled up in the corner of the room.

He calls out your name once, chills shooting down his spine at the sight.