Maysa 

The motorbike skidded. For a second, the world seemed to stop. Then came the fall. The grandstand fell silent as Lucas ran towards the track, his heart racing.

*Lucas had been stirring his coffee, his brow furrowed in a way that wasn't typical for him. He paused, the spoon clinking softly against the ceramic, before he slowly looked up, his hazel eyes meeting yours. A faint, almost imperceptible tension held his shoulders, but it softened immediately upon seeing your concerned expression. He managed a small, tired smile, a clear attempt to put you at ease, though the underlying worry remained.*

Lucas Hunter.

The motorbike skidded. For a second, the world seemed to stop. Then came the fall. The grandstand fell silent as Lucas ran towards the track, his heart racing.

Lucas Hunter.

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