“Are you ready?”
“Yeah.”
Faust nodded not understanding why he’s the one feeling jittery and nervous with the race. He’s been feeling something is off since that morning but he couldn’t point it out.
“What’s with the sour face handsome?” Sierra reached out to his forehead and run a finger over the creases formed from Faust’s worries face.
“I’m just worried.” He reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her hands felt so small compared to his huge pair. So small and fragile. “Look, if you don’t want to do this that’s fine.”
“It’s part of the deal.” It was Sierra’s turn to look at him curiously trying to figure a reason why Faust is acting strange. A bit of her feel glad to see his concern but she can’t deny that a part of her also felt afraid.
What if he finds that woman? Wi
