#Chapter138
It had been a while two weeks since I saw Lorenzo. I had travelled to Germany for a trip and was burying myself in work.
Now I watched his race from my Tv with a bowl of Cheetos and a cheeky glass of wine sitting beside me.
He was well into the race already and was sitting in third place comfortably. There was a thought that I had that he might lose but I'm sure he'd work his miracles again. He had a habit of leaving his victory till very last minute.
I jumped slightly when I heard my doorbell. It's only five more laps to the finish so I quickly answered the door.
It was the delivery man but I haven't ordered anything.
I quickly put a jumper on before running to my door.
I grab the package after signing for it and take it into the room as I sit infront of the screen.
It was a big package I really had no idea what it could be.
I mean I normally recognise when it says the sender if it's a brand sending me something.
