登入I go back out for one more run. That has been the plan anyway. One final lap session before calling it a day and leaving the bike alone until tomorrow. But once I get back on and roll out onto the track, something shifts. I've stopped thinking. Stopped rehearsing speeches, stopped wondering if I’ve
The next hour passes by easily. Jen eventually succeeds in her mission as she drags Sav into the water. Chase follows behind them shortly after. Soon, there is splashing and arguments over who started what. I stay back for a bit with Will and Randy. Will leans in slightly, “You okay?” I nod, “Yeah
GregI wake up before my alarm, as I don’t want to disturb Jen’s sleep. For a few seconds, I don’t move. I just stare up at the hotel ceiling and listen. Vegas has a strange quiet in the mornings. Not silent exactly, but there is always the faint hum of air conditioning, the occasional distant eleva
By the time we get back to the room and the door clicks shut behind us, I have reached that weird travel point where I feel both completely awake and absolutely exhausted at the same time. Greg has already abandoned any attempt at looking presentable. Both of our shoes are off, and his magazine has
The crowd slowly starts moving after the fountain display ends. People drift away in groups, talking over each other and checking photos they’ve just taken. Nobody seems to be in a rush. That is one thing I have noticed about Vegas already. People walk everywhere, but somehow never look like they ha
If there is one thing I learned within the first hour of walking the Las Vegas Strip, it is that nobody walks normally. Everyone wanders. Everyone stops every three minutes to stare at something. And I fit right in. Greg, meanwhile, has already accepted his role as unofficial bag carrier and profess
The low rumble of the Yamaha finally softens as Greg guides the bike into the long driveway leading up to the house. The evening sun hangs low in the San Diego sky, painting everything in warm gold and soft orange light. After hours on the road, the city air feels different. Warmer, calmer, carrying
“Good.” Outside, the morning air feels crisp but pleasant as Greg finally uncovers the Yamaha parked in the driveway. I still think the bike looks beautiful. Sleek. Powerful. Very Greg. He moves around it confidently, checking everything over carefully before glancing toward me. “You ready?” I sur
The next morning arrives far earlier than either of us wants it to. At just after five-thirty, sunlight is starting to creep through the curtains of the guest room while Greg groans dramatically into his pillow. “This,” he mumbles sleepily, “is cruel.” I laugh quietly from beside him while pulling
Morning sunlight filters softly through the curtains of the guest room, casting a pale golden light across the bed. I stir slowly beneath the blankets, the events of the previous night returning to me in fragments. The conversation. The tears. The dinner. Greg. My eyes flutter open fully as I become







