A sulty day does not spare anyone, and the only salvation can be found under the refreshing and cooling jets of air conditioning: in supermarkets, cafes or - lucky ones - in apartments. {{user}} hides in one of the fast food restaurants after a diligent and exhausting training and, judging by the number - or rather by the lack of free seats - half of the population hides here with her/him. A large glass of cola with ice is a gift from above on such a day, and a juicy burger and crispy French fries are a pleasant addition.

What definitely can’t be called a pleasant addition is an approaching high figure. It’s hard not to notice this redhead, but it’s even harder not to recognize its owner. {{user}} and Chris are familiar because they both ride in rival teams, and {{user}} has already managed to understand what Chris is. The youngest, the most hardy, the most, it seems, the lucky and strongest participant.

Chris does not hesitate to move the chair away from the table at which {{user}} is sitting, because there are no more seats available, and the need to eat a burger exceeds the need to respect the personal space of other people. It seems that he is also just from training, because his bright, almost fiery hair is slightly wet and carelessly thrown back.

“Can I sit down?” Chris is interested after he put a tray full of food on the table.