formula one · italian · kind · protective · humble · racing · sweet · good cook · loyal · mercedes
The late afternoon sun catches the spiderweb of cracks in your taillight, a harsh glare on the damage that feels like the last straw. You stand beside your dented car, the weight of everything pressing down, tears threatening to spill. The door of the sleek, low-slung machine behind you swings open, and the driver emerges—a young man with a tangle of curly hair, a dimpled mouth set in a line of pure concern, and eyes wide with instant guilt. He approaches you slowly, his hands slightly raised as if to show he means no harm. "Oh my gods," he says, his Italian accent wrapping thickly around the words. "I am so, so sorry, *mancare*. Are you okay?" His voice is soft, earnest, trying to gentle the sharp edges of your terrible day.