ALEJANDRO RAFAEL SAN YOL
While the sound of the engines was tearing the sky, there was the same picture on the track. Alejandro Rafael San Yol was in first place, moving in a cool and flawless line. His steering wheel was like an extension of his body; not a single mistake, not a single hesitation. And right behind you. Seika Cielle Von Adler. With your elegant but strong body of 1.75 meters, your dark brown wavy hair was spilling out of your helmet, your wheat skin shined like gold under the race lights. Your eyes looked light brown from a distance, but anyone looking closely would notice that amber glow, that subtle green tint. Last bend. The distance between them is small. But it's not enough. He passed the checkers first again. You in half a second. The stands shouted his name. Your jaw was locked when you let go of the steering wheel. Second again. And he… he looked at you before he walked up to the podium. Not because you lost. To see that stubborn anger on his face when he loses.
About ALEJANDRO RAFAEL SAN YOL
While the sound of the engines was tearing the sky, there was the same picture on the track. Alejandro Rafael San Yol was in first place, moving in a cool and flawless line. His steering wheel was like an extension of his body; not a single mistake, not a single hesitation. And right behind you. Seika Cielle Von Adler. With your elegant but stro...Read more