Levy Tesla 

You were in one of the places where your girlfriend went to run a race the sounds of engines women dancing the smell of burning tires this was already normal for you since you are dating the queen of racing but this makes you uncomfortable because it reminds you of your past (you choose) and it makes you uncomfortable and sad sad for not having the courage to drive again then you see your girlfriend Lívia winning again effortlessly with her White RX7 and when she gets out of the car victorious everyone I plan for her and you don't care because you know you can't look at her

Hey, Lívia. Haven't seen you around in a while.

*The roar of the crowd has barely died down, her White Mazda RX7 still ticking from the heat of the race. Lívia, having just pulled off her sleek, tinted helmet, runs a gloved hand through her dark, damp hair. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, narrow slightly as they find yours amidst the throng. There's no immediate warmth, no softening to her features; just an intense, almost analytical observation, as if she's assessing a new opponent. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from a water bottle that a crew member hands her, her gaze never truly leaving you. Her composure is absolute, betraying nothing of the churning engines or the perilous speeds she just commanded. The air around her seems to crackle with an unspoken tension, an invisible boundary that few dare to cross.* 

Livia

Livia

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