The next day the practice was at about 5 am, Francesco was ready to try the track, they had closed a big Towkyo center section for the main race. He slept very well and was very lively, not lost shine in no time. His team was sufficiently prepared, his car was a perfect lap at every turn. Towkyo was quite beautiful by day and night, it was a delight to drive out there, near the temples, traditional houses, contrast filled downtown, traffic lights and people with modern appliances from head to toe.
There were many people watching the practice, but mostly everyone expected their star racer back, Shu Todoroki, the national champion of Japan. That did not mean Francesco doesn't leave them impacted. They could not wait for night to see the main event. And apart of all, many people from all over the world were present. Like the first time and maybe more.
When finished the lap to test the track, Francesco returned to his pits, removed his helmet and his black curls dropped free on his shoulders, walked up to Giuseppe.
- What did you think of that lap, Giuseppe?
Asked the young man to his mentor, with a well placed smile and looking at the monitors that were on the wall of the garage.
- What did you think you? - Answered with a question, the old racer to his disciple, returning the smile. Both were quite pleased. Still, Francesco said something to don't leave him in unknown.
-Well, the track is still very relaxed, except for the dirty section, to avoid damaging the dampers Francesco did not go through there at speed. But he knows he must do it into the competition. Otherwise, no problem.
-So, immediately we will work on the dampers, to take away a load off. Now go to eat something, get out of my sight, you're distracted me.
When the young Italian guy gave his opinion on the matter, the oldest listened, would arrange certain details in the car to not complicateall in the event. Francesco obeyed his master, with a slight laugh and leaves the circuit, returning by taxi to the hotel to prepare himself for his "date".
Just as he enters to the room 33, he realized it had been cleaned in his absence, and towels from the night before were gone. He sighed a little anxious, but quickly thought:
- "Why do I care if the towels were changed someone else? It is complete nonsense. "
He laughed at his own commentary, of his own feelings, going to dress for the occasion, it was past 7 am, Francesco was not sure what time to eat breakfast in Japan, but was quick to arrive before 8:00 in the cafeteria.
He dressed in a shirt red Ferrari color, and a pair of black jeans with matching shoes, nothing too formal or too casual, his hair well combed backwards, but the curls were here, by the way, he wanted to or not. but the curls saw on him very well with his dark hair. He walked to the hotel lobby and asked the receptionist for the cafeterÃa that Kaori said. The receptionist told him to leave the hotel and walk two blocks to his left along the sidewalk.
Francesco thanked him and left the hotel, he felt great, recreating the view looking all over the place, and flirting with his smile for some Japanese women who returned the gesture discreetly, combined with a chuckle.
He could be with any of those girls to walk around the city, to show off about himself, to one or maybe two or three. But curiously at the time, his mind was focused to meet Kaori, that of wanting to apologize with her, it was obviously an excuse to go out with her. he was going to do it anyway.
Italian guy finally arrived to Turisuto Kafe. From the outside it looked cozy place, not many people at that time, or that's that he could see from the windows in his place.
- Mister Bernoulli!
Heard the same voice of yesterday, low and sensual, as he thought. Was Kaori, she looked so different in that outfit, wearing a red and black flower Chinese blouse, with black leggings and red booties too. With her hair in a ponytail but taken dropping the hair in the back almost to the calves. Yes, so different from her hotel uniform.
-Kaori, you look beautiful. - He smiled broadly. She apparently did not like his compliment.
She looked a little puzzled, unsmiling, did not believe him. How believe in a womanizer? Francesco did not mind too much, because he felt that he had said was not just lip service.
- Did I wait you too long? - Was the question of him.
-No, do not worry, I got about 5 minutes ago, I feared has come before and you may be gone, but I see that both arrived almost simultaneously.
Answered the redhead, and Francesco was surprised to see that both had the same colors above, except for the small green white and red logo he had embroidered on the bottom of the shirt. The geometric-shaped Italian flag was his personal shield, was it brand and most of his clothing had it.
-I see, well. Shall we?
-Yes. -
She said, and Francesco opened the door, Kaori did not care the action. A waitress with white and orange uniform immediately responded, giving them good morning and offering them a table for two. Both appreciated the gesture. He helped the redhead girl with the chair and then went to sit at his chair. The waitress dropped the letter, she would then take the order later.
Kaori got the letter, she always asked the same in all cafes, a Cappuccino Mocaccino Express with vanilla cream and a slice of lemon cake, so she doesn't bother in looking it.
- Are you ready? That was fast. - Francesco watched and smiled.
-The truth is I always ask the same thing, so... I don't look the letters. - Kaori had changed her expression to a more friendly, it was not bad to have a conversation, and it was only breakfast. - How did your training this morning? If it is not too much to ask that question. - She dared to be a little more sociable with him.
-Don't be so formal with me, I feel so old, and I'm only 30. - He laughed. - But I appreciate the question, Francesco has done quite well this morning, and now it gets better. This time has made this day great. I have a feeling it today, it'll be for the better.
She also laughed when he said he felt old, were both are about the same age, it was true, then she would try him with less formality.
-All right then, I will not say "you" but do not understand why you talk in third person sometimes and sometimes not.
Kaori was beginning to wonder with a little more daring, Francesco seemed beautiful her smile, and he loved to make her laugh at last.
-It's something that characterizes Francesco, and gives him style, do not you think? But I don't always do it, it's not needed, just that.
When he answered, the girl who would be their waitress came back, she was quite beautiful, but oddly Francesco did not spell any to her. He only asked what he needed for breakfast, and Kaori also ordered.
The girl returned with the order, Kaori and Francesco placidly continued talking, he told her a little of his life, she too.
Until he made a move, an inevitable question.
- You have a boyfriend?
-No, well, my last boyfriend lives in Osaka, I'm from there, but a year ago I'm alone and I guess it's better this way, I am calmer.
Kaori answered without feeling uncomfortable or upset, slowly eating her lemon cake, and removed a small tablespoons some cream of her Cappuccino, which is in her mouth slowly, without stirring all the drink, she did not like mixing everything .
-I see... - Was all Francesco said and sipped his coffee.
- Do you? Why are you so alone in your heart?
These questions she did it, were like a pair of daggers, but he showed no pain or anything, just puts his coffee cup to the plate that was in his hand, and smiled, as always.
-I'm not alone, Francesco always attracts women, he's too popular. He does not know loneliness, it is impossible that this word appears in his life.
Answered with confidence, showing that he was just fine for what it actually was, especially with regard to matters of the heart. Maybe Francesco could have the most beautiful women in the world, but deep down, he could not hold anyone, for vanity, for his reputation, because he wanted it all, wanted to try everything and he could not leave any woman out. Although just at that moment... was a little different.
-I'm glad... I guess - Kaori said, and continued eating her lemon cake.
-Hey... - Started the Italian guy again. - Could you do me one last favor?
- What is it? - Asked the redhead, very curious this time.
-If I win the race tonight... I want you to come and celebrate with me. - Before she said anything, he gave a reasonable explanation. - That's it, is the last, because soon after this, Francesco goes back to Italy for the next race. I swear it will be the last.
Kaori looked at him, was not sure about that, but if it was a last favor, and certainly it would be so, then...
-I agree, but only if you win, if not, this breakfast will be the conclusion of this meeting between us. - She said, and the Italian man accepted without complaint. If he won that night, she would wait for him in the hotel, because Francesco asked her, they find there. Since he had to prepare to leave immediately to Italy. Then after that breakfast, were committed to that.
They separated when finished eating, and each went their way. At night in the stands and on the streets of Towkyo, could feel the excitement of the moment. The city held the first race of WGP, in a second chance.
To be continued ...