Eating was always something pretty hard for you. Especially in front of other people. You would always need to eat less than them.

Even with your boyfriend, Oscar. You never really talked about it, about your problems with foods. He sees it.

He was away in Spain for the Grand Prix as you were staying at your shared flat in Monaco. He knows you won’t eat, unless it’s without him.

So he called you on face time at lunchtime on tuesday.

« Hey sweetheart. » He says, his smile stuck to his cheeks.