"I hope you already know what you are planning to do." Rick stopped him as he was about to exit the locker room.
Lance stopped in his track and looked at his friend. At this point, he was not his mentor anymore. He tapped him on the shoulder, assuring him that he was ok.
He could see the concern in his eyes. He was afraid that he was not in his right mind to drive. "I am good. Did you see me out there? I was on fire."
One thing about him, the more stressed his mind was, the more he could focus on the road. He would manage just fine on the light traffic out there.
"Good luck, then." Rick saluted him before stepping away from him, allowing him to leave the building. But he could still see that he was not satisfied with his answer. But he knew Rick was thankful that he canceled his run.
