#Vitae Amplifier

[somejazzinthemorning]

tightrope. 11

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Original Female Character Warning: Mature content Word Count: ~18K

It takes a lot to understand the truth when it is covered under years of hearing the same words. The word exploded around me, in screams and chants, confetti and champagne, but it all felt dull because when the phone rang the following morning, it was not “Papà” that was written on the screen.

It was not the day before, either. Or the days that followed.

Monday morning. 10 hours past the race, and Dad had not called.

Rio called right after the podium. The words tumbled from my lips, breathless and infused with the rush of adrenaline when I picked up the phone from Rocco’s hands and accepted the call. Racing down the pitlane, phone pressed to my face, I could feel the dampness of champagne against my skin and Rio’s voice erupting from the other end of the line, from the other side of the world.

“Eva! What the hell?!”

I was shaking—every cell in my body reverberating with the thrill of what we’d just accomplished. Time seemed slowed down, every detail around me sharper, more vibrant. My skin was covered in goosebumps, a mix of elation and disbelief coursing through me. My lips tasted of champagne, the sweet fizz lingering on my tongue. As my eyes flickered around the pitlane, taking in the sight of the small crowd of mechanics waiting for us at the end of the pitlane, the flags waving on the stands and the vibrant colours of team gear in the pitlane, a loud chuckle left my trembling lips, my fingers grip stronger on the trophy.

Reality seemed distorted, stretched over whatever material dreams were made of.

“A podium finish, Rio! A fucking podium finish!” My words blended in the cacophony of the team’s cheers, a symphony that echoed through the pitlane, now replacing the sound of the engines that had filled the air for the past six hours.

Ahead, Alexei, Alessandro Bianchi for more official affairs, set the pace. His legs were so long and quick it seemed like he was almost running. He was the one driving the car during the final laps. As for Henrik and me, we spent those last laps in the garage, our attention fixated on the car and the unfolding Corvette narrative. Shifting from that nail-biting tension to becoming drenched in a cascade of champagne, it was the blink of an eye.

Henrik's arm found its way around my neck, playfully pulling me into him. His tall frame towered above mine. “Time to drop the phone, DiMaggio. Let’s join the fiesta!”

“It’s my brother. Give me a minute.” I looked up, meeting his frowning face. “Promise you. Just a minute.”

Henrik was Finnish, had hair as fair as sunlight and eyes as blue as the ocean. He just nodded, and then I freed myself from his pull, walking to the side, finding support in the pit wall.

“I knew you could do it, ‘Vita. Sooner or later!” I pressed the phone against my ear, attempting to amplify my brother’s voice. “Get your head right, and everything else will fall into place. Look at what you just did.”

“I drove for less than 2 hours—”

“And you put the car exactly where it needed to be.” There was a genuine awe in my brother’s voice, something that I wasn’t quite used to listening to. Dad wouldn’t react this way. As a matter of fact, he didn’t react at all. “Those overtakes! That place must be going wild for you right now.”

I laughed, looking ahead. Alexei was climbing a mechanic’s back, his 36 years of age eclipsing as his face went full of joy and he looked like a child.

“Yeah. It’s… pretty insane.”

“The race ended less than half an hour ago and we’re already hearing your name all over the hotel. And we’re just having breakfast. You have no idea.” I’ve never heard Rio speak so fast in my life. A clatter resonated from Rio's end as if he was dragging a chair, and then his voice returned. “By the way, your timing is impeccable.”

“Why? What happened?”

My brother chuckled. “You managed to steal Carlos’ thunder on race day.”

“Shit, he’s starting on pole, right? Wish him luck for me.”

"No need to.” Oh. I was not ready to hear him. "I'm right here." A blend of excitement and wistfulness churned in my chest, a familiar pang of longing to be in two places at once. He wasn’t right there. Not anywhere close. “Man—Eva…” His voice rang again, I pictured the smile on his lips, as my name resonated. “You’re absolutely incredible.”

I leaned against the pitlane wall. Champagne dripped from my hair onto my face, the lingering taste a testament to the euphoria of the moment. I glanced upward, the raucous celebration of the team unfolding before me, champagne bottles raised high, exuberant cheers filling the air. Then, I looked down, at my wet fingers wrapped around the trophy,

“I wish you were here,” I murmured, my voice a soft whisper carried away by the wind. “Both of you.”

“DiMaggio!! Leave the phone!” Alexei called for me. In large, determined strides, he made his way toward me, holding a champagne bottle in his hand.

"I'll make sure to save some of this energy for when we reunite," I mused, my voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and longing.

“Hang up!” Alexei screamed, a playful edge to his tone as he quickened his pace. Henrik was behind him, holding another bottle. Their trophies had been left in the garage, on top of the car.

“Hope it won’t take long.” Carlos's voice, filled with warmth and affection, was the last thing I heard before the joyful chaos consumed me again, drenched in champagne and carried on my two teammates’ shoulders, back to the small crowd.

But then Monday came. With a throbbing headache and a dehydrated body, after a too-over-the-top evening packed with celebrations. My phone rang on the nightstand, and after picking it up, Nicola and Lin's faces filled the screen.

“You’ve got toothpaste on your cheek,” Lin pointed out, her surroundings showing the sturdy brick of her New York flat. She was back home, I didn’t know that. Somehow, I still thought she would be in Europe. “And congratulations on the race, by the way!”

Nicola sat in a dimly lit room, a soft white glow illuminating her face—by background noise that filled the air, I associated that the white glow was probably the glow of her TV. “I hate this time zone thing. Can’t stay long, sorry, hubby’s waiting for me in bed. What are you up to today?”

I glanced at the corner of the phone, noting the time. It was a bit before 7 a.m. It was probably around midnight for Nicola. As for Lin, it was a little past 7 p.m. I wiped away the toothpaste from my cheek and sat back on the bed, too tired to move.

“I have an interview today. At the track. In like, two hours. They’re doing tire testing, and James Anderson thought it would be a nice background for the interview.”

“James Anderson? The James Anderson?” Lin's enthusiasm was palpable as she turned in her chair, getting up from it seconds later and walking to another point in the room. The unsteady movement of the camera made my stomach churn. “Girl!”

Nicola laughed softly. “Eva, on a scale of 1 to 10, how freaked out are you?”

“A big ass 11.”

“You've got this in the bag,” Lin's voice chirped through the phone, her enthusiasm cutting through the fog of fatigue that lingered in my mind. “Unless you’re still a bit drunk from last night.”

“Just a tiny bit,” I admitted, flopping back onto the bed. The sudden motion made me feel queasy. “Yeah. Fuck. Not exactly drunk, but way too hungover for this. I don’t even know why I said yes to the interview. There’s literally nothing to talk about.”

“He did an amazing piece on the race. Well, an amazing piece on you,” Nicola chimed in. “I’ll post it tomorrow on the team’s socials.”

“That’s why Rocco convinced me to say yes.” I rolled over in bed, seeking a hint of comfort from the pillow and the soft comforter. “Why? I don’t know.”

“Get out of bed, or you'll fall asleep,” Nicola urged. “Also, get out of bed so I can go to bed.”

“You can go. I'll keep her company and help with what she should say.”

“She knows it better than you do,” Nicola was right. I was usually the one media training my clients, providing them with a bullet point list of acceptable topics and answers. So, technically, I should be able to do it for myself. But exhaustion from the weekend's efforts, compounded by a hangover, left me feeling drained. “Don’t you?”

“I do. But I’m just tired. I really, really don’t want to do this right now. I have a belly ache.”

“Eva, come on.” Lin moved again, her energy almost overwhelming enough to make me feel nauseated. “If you get nervous, just imagine the man in his underwear. They say it helps.”

I burst into laughter, the absurd mental image of James Anderson in his underwear momentarily banishing the exhaustion that had weighed on me. “Who says?”

Nicola threw her head back, laughing in response.

Lin grunted. “Them. People.”

"Thanks for that mental image, babe. I'll keep it in my back pocket."

As the laughter subsided, my eyes caught the corner of the screen. Time was passing. The interview was getting closer, and the reality of facing the camera was beginning to set in. Lin's expression turned earnest. "Seriously, Eva, you've got this. Stop overthinking. Just be yourself and ride this wave of success. You're on top of the world."

“That’s what scares me.”

And just like that, a frown appeared on both of their faces. Nicola's frown was more pronounced due to the glow of the TV in the background. Then, she clicked her tongue. “Ah, that’s why you wanted us to call.”

“Exactly.”

“And here I thought you were just missing us,” Lin teased. “Seriously, babe. You’ve got this.”

“Tell us what’s wrong.”

"It's just that sometimes…. I don’t feel like I deserve this? Like it should be harder than it is. Yeah, I can race. And yeah, I'm good at it. Pretty good. But the pressure? The questions? The idea that people are looking at me and expecting me to fail… I've been sick to my stomach just wondering what's happening next because that's what all those goddamn reporters kept asking me yesterday. And—I don’t know. I feel like my Dad is right. I'm not fit for this. ”

“What did that jerk say to you, again?”

“Lin, he’s her dad.”

“Yeah, and he was, is, whatever, my boss. Screw him, honestly. Eva, listen.” She paused and slid one of her lock braids to be back of her ear. “I hope you know he’s a loser, and everything he does and says is just a reflection of how much of a loser he is. He needs to control your life in a way he never got to control his—”

“Lin—”

“No, I don’t care. Listen.” She paused. Nicola took a deep breath, and I followed suit. “He’s your dad, I know. But I’ve been there and I’ve heard the stuff he says. I know him. I worked with Rio when we were both fresh out of college, and I've seen the way he treats both of you.” Again, I attempted to stop her, but she raised one finger. “And I've had enough. The fact that he’s your father isn’t a reason for him to be as mean as he is when things don’t go according to his plans. I've seen him blame Rio, in front of the whole team, for a storm on a test day because he should have known—”

“A test day. Yes, well, those are usually…”

“I don’t care. He’s your dad. He parades you around the way he thinks is best. What did he say this time?” Lin had a way of cutting through the noise and getting straight to the heart of the matter.

“A lot of stuff about how this sport isn’t for me and how he can’t understand my change of mentality in the last few weeks… How I fit better in an office. Just—a lot.”

“Of course he can’t. He never understood you at all. He’s not a good man, love.” She paused. “And I’m sorry.”

“But he’s my dad.”

“He is,” Nicola hummed. “But that doesn’t mean you owe him anything. You’re your own person.”

“Actually, I owe him my entire career.”

“Just because he has the money. And—Think: he never did one single thing for you that would risk his money. For heaven's sake, he made you race in The Challenge after you spent a year at home, struggling with anxiety and depression and he didn’t care if you were ready or not. The only thing he knew was that he was going to lose money if he didn’t get a driver in that seat. Rio was completely done with racing and there was no one available to take the remaining spot.”

“But I wanted to race.”

“I know you did.” Lin’s voice softened. “But like that, hun? From FRECA to The Challenge? We hoped you'd advance to at least any other regional series. Or that he would push for F3, he did it for Rio and, let’s face it, he’s not half as good as you.” I took a moment to absorb her words. They were raw, unfiltered truths that I had been avoiding. “It felt like you were back to square one. Doesn’t surprise me that you kept yourself busy with that college friend. Amanda, right?”

“Yes. And I still am. Keeps me busy. I can't have too much downtime, or else I go crazy.”

“Exactly. So…” Nicola interjected. “That’s not how it should be. You need breaks. You need downtime. You need to rest. You just had a break, and you had the time and the peace of mind to find your groove again.”

“I was in good company. In a nice place. And was busy with that said company.”

“See? So the issue is your Dad. It’s been what? Two weeks since you came back from Mallorca, and you just got a freaking podium, and now you’re struggling again because your Dad said things that made you overthink everything. You were so happy during the weekend, what happened?”

“He didn’t call. I thought I had proved him wrong and he didn’t even bother to call. And he’s my dad, you know? And now James Anderson is going to ask me stuff about the future my dad is holding in his hands. And I don’t want to answer.”

“Okay, let’s…” Nicola took a deep breath, her hand reaching for her hair and pulling it back. I sat up in bed, realizing it was time to gather myself. “You are holding that said future. Get the fuck out of bed, put on some makeup, and head to the track. Do the interview. It will go well. Don’t overthink the answers. It’s PR and you’re great at that. So just—think you’re one of your clients. And if your mind starts spiralling, Rocco is right there; I know he can keep you occupied if needed.”

Lin burst into laughter. “Oh, he can definitely keep her occupied.”

“Gross. He’s technically an employee.” I retorted. “And I bet he’s taken.”

“I’m sure Pulcini will be around, too,” Lin added, and I finally got out of bed, leaving my phone on the credenza, capturing me as I moved around the room and picked up my sneakers. “Or have we moved on from him?”

“We’re not focused on that because I’m working!”

“Can I finally go to bed? I want to get occupied, too.”

“No one here is getting ‘occupied,’” I remarked, slipping on my sneakers. “But yes, go to bed. I’ll do my makeup and head out.”

“It will go well, baby,” Lin said. “And if it gets weird, well, remember the underwear thing.”

The pit lane buzzed with activity, a hubbub of conversations and the clatter of rattle guns. Standing amidst it all, I found myself at the center of attention. The warmth of the sun kissed my skin, while in the distance, I could hear the sounds of the paddock being packed into trucks.

Before me stood James Anderson, his lanyard hanging casually over his chest, almost masking the fact that he wasn’t just another journalist, but the renowned James Anderson himself. Two chairs were positioned at the heart of the pit lane, a camera strategically placed near the pit wall, and a bustling garage composed the backdrop. Alexei and Henrik occupied the seats on the pit wall, their legs dangling, dressed in relaxed t-shirts and jeans. Matteo was in his race suit, totally recovered from the food poisoning episode, and ready to take on the test day.

The car would leave the garage in 20 minutes, so we had exactly that time. Not one minute more.

Despite the camera, Anderson held a notepad in his hand. His salt-and-pepper hair danced with the wind, uncovering his eyes, and sparking with curiosity. I noticed the subtle lines around them, testimony to the countless years spent witnessing greatness on track.

“Happy we can do this, Eva. I've been trying since your victory at Imola. Exceptional performance at the Challenge, too, by the way.”

I wasn’t aware of this desire to interview me earlier. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t aware he was even aware of my existence until he met me in the garage, after the podium ceremony.

"Well… now, we have more to talk about," I remarked, my smile flowing naturally. Anderson nodded, directing his gaze toward the cameraman, a signal to commence recording. "Be gentle with me," I quipped, playfully brushing aside my anxiety.

His laughter rang out. "No need to worry."

Casting a final glance at Alexei and Henrik, the latter waving at me just before Anderson shifted in his seat, reclaiming my attention, I took a final deep breath. This wasn't within my training regimen. I was nervous. My belly aching.

“Eva, let me start by congratulating you on your remarkable performance this weekend. You stepped in for your teammate Matteo Serra during the practice session. Could you walk us through how you adapted to the situation so quickly and what mindset you had going into the race?”

I nodded. My hands were on my thighs, fingers almost melting with the fabric of my jeans. Jesus. This was hard. On top of that, I could feel Alexei’s coal eyes on me, the intensity of his gaze travelling above Anderson’s shoulder, boring into me.

“Yeah, well. First of all, thank you,” I began, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. The sunlight played across my face, warming my skin as I spoke. The journalist's expression seemed to relax, his posture slowly becoming more open. “Ahm—right, honestly, it was a whirlwind. Stepping into Matteo’s shoes so unexpectedly meant a quick mental switch. But that's what we’re trained for and what the team expects from me. I had to quickly familiarize myself with the track and the car's nuances… So, the team support was crucial, really. Alexei and Henrik were amazing the whole weekend,” I glanced towards my teammates, looking at each other, smiling. “We worked together to ensure a seamless transition, and I'm truly grateful for their trust.”

The slight tremor in my fingers betrayed the composed façade I was trying to showcase. I could feel the weight of the race weekend on my shoulders.

“Your performance during the race, particularly your amazing overtakes, drew the attention of many in the paddock.” The reporter went again. “Can you share the strategy and approach you took to navigate through the field and secure that impressive fourth-place finish?”

“Well, thank you again.” I chuckled softly, the sound carrying a mixture of humility and genuine pleasure. “I’m not used to this, I’ll admit.”

“Just being honest.”

“Okay—well… the strategy was a mix of precision and calculated risk. The adrenaline was pumping, and I was fully immersed in the race… And when the command to push came, and I realised the team trusted me, I just went for it. My general approach was to find those windows of opportunity without compromising the overall strategy… I mean, we had more pace than we expected and we had to make something out of it. We didn’t qualify great, what was a boomer, because we had faith we could qualify in the top 10. So, that not being the case, we had to be at 110%. The team did amazing with the pitstops, and the guys did amazing stints as well… And.. Since I was feeling comfortable with the car—thankfully I drive a similar car in another series, so it became a bit easier… I had to go for it. So, yeah—It's quite surreal to think about it now, but… I'm still in awe of how everything came together.”

My gaze drifted to the marks of tire rubber still visible on the asphalt. I could almost feel the energy of the cars rushing through the main straight, my feet vibrating with the phantom energy still running around us.

“You mentioned the team’s trust… DAR Racing's decision to extend your stint turned out to be a wise move since we could clearly see that you were getting gradually more confident in the car and risking more. At your level, with so little experience, how did you manage to maintain your focus and energy during that crucial period of the race? Did doubt quick in or…?”

This time, I couldn’t find comfort in the details on the pitlane. Anderson’s eyes didn’t leave mine. Curiosity glistened through his dark eyes, his passion and interest so clear. Probably he had noticed my state on the radio. The thousand questions I asked, how I pressed from lap times and places of improvement. I was freaking out inside the car. Properly. I wanted to go fast. Faster. I wanted to come out of every corner perfectly.

“Interesting point… Yeah—So…” I took a moment, my hands subtly trembling from a mix of lingering adrenaline and fatigue. My eyes flickered toward the reporter, his expression a mix of interest and empathy. “Maintaining focus and energy during the stint was undoubtedly challenging.” Pause. A small breath. “As the laps went by, I did feel a surge of confidence building within me but the team's strategy and encouragement played a huge role in keeping me on track, both mentally and physically.” I chuckled softly, a glint of self-awareness in my eyes, realizing the play of words. “But yeah—doubt is a natural human response in such a demanding situation. I’d never done anything similar. Or even raced for this much time. What was it? A bit more than an hour and a half?” Pause. He nodded. “Yeah. So. There’s a lot involved and a big part is the mental game. I'm grateful I had the right support system to keep me motivated through the race.”

Alexei's presence stretched through the pitlane, his supportive gaze feeling like a reassuring anchor. Henrik, with his elbow perched on Alexei’s shoulder, sent me a nod of approval. They were witnesses to the doubt, to the lack of sleep on Thursday night when I was notified that Matteo was on his way to the hospital, after throwing up for almost one hour straight and my body and mind couldn’t seem to handle the fact I would be driving that weekend.

They were patient. They made it possible.

I couldn’t help but smile.

Anderson, probably noticing the silent exchange, looked over his shoulder. Turning to me, another question hung on his lips. “You seem really in sync with the team. And all throughout the weekend, I've noticed that many drivers and personnel from rival teams came over to congratulate you, especially yesterday, during the celebrations. Could you speak about the role of… camaraderie and sportsmanship in your approach to motorsports?”

“Absolutely,” I affirmed with a genuine smile. “Those values are essential aspects of motorsports for me. Racing is not just about individual performance—it's being part of a larger community. Every driver—rather, every person on the paddock shares a common passion, and that creates a unique bond. I believe that mutual respect and support make the racing experience richer and more fulfilling. When rivals come over to offer their congratulations, it shows that we're all part of a shared journey. And that helps put things in perspective.” I paused, my gaze returning to the journalist's attentive expression. “I grew up with a lot of good examples of great sportsmen, from different ages and backgrounds. They inspire me to be the athlete I am. And I learn from them. I know and I’ve seen that being in sync with my team and everyone around me is paramount. And about the team… we're like a well-oiled machine, working together to achieve a common goal. The team’s trust in me and my trust in them is the key to achieving an environment where we can perform at our best.”

“What happens now?” Anderson leaned back on his chair, crossing his right leg over the other. “What are the plans for the future? Do you think this race opened a couple more doors your way?”

It’s PR, I remembered myself.

“Right now, I'm still taking in the incredible experience of this race and savouring the team's success,” I began, my voice carrying a blend of satisfaction and excitement. “Looking ahead, the future holds exciting possibilities, that’s for sure. But we still have a few races this year, so we'll continue to analyze our performance, identify areas for improvement, and build on the momentum we've gained. And as for my personal journey… I believe this race has indeed opened a couple more doors for me. It's a validation of the hard work and dedication I've poured into my career. It’s not been easy, and the road has been long and hard, so it’s positive to see how it’s unfolding. I'm truly ready to embrace whatever challenges and opportunities come my way. Whether it's stepping up to compete more regularly, collaborating with other teams, or pursuing new ventures—I can say I'm determined to make the most of the doors that may or may not open and strive for even greater achievements in the future. Whatever they are.”

“I remember seeing you in FRECA, and it was a shame you didn't have a chance to end your amazing 2019 campaign.” My teeth sunk into my bottom lip. I was not expecting to go so deep into the past. “Did the unexpected end to the season, with you not taking part in the last races of the season, have anything to do with the break you took in 2020 and the new route you took last year?”

“Yes, well—” I moved in my chair. “The end of the 2019 season didn't go as planned, and it did play a role in the decisions I made afterwards. However, the break I took in 2020 was primarily a result of some personal issues and the need to focus on my overall well-being. With the pandemic, that forced me to slow down, I realized that I needed to take a step back, regroup, and come back stronger.”

As I spoke, the memories of that challenging period flickered in my mind—the uncertainties, the doubts, and the eventual realization that prioritizing my mental and emotional health was essential. 2019 was supposed to be my big year, the breakout. Yet, it was an utter nightmare. Losing a seat over team politics and small-minded men, especially when I was a championship contender, felt worse than anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Can you elaborate a bit more on those personal issues?” Anderson tilted his head.

“I understand the curiosity, but I'd prefer to keep the specifics to myself.” Once again, the reported nodded.

"It's known you took a different route and you've not been driving full-time since then. Do you see racing as a hobby? It’s a very expensive one to have.” He chuckled. I moved in my seat.

Well, you would never say that to a man, I thought to myself.

“It’s certainly far more than a hobby for me. While it's true that my journey has taken a unique path in recent years, it's important to note that every step I've taken has been with a specific purpose.” I paused, not sure if I was truly conveying the message I aimed for.

2020 had been tough. Mom and Dad quarantining in Verona, with my grandparents. Rio focused on his heavily pregnant wife and, later, their newborn twins. Carlos was… doing his thing. And I was at home, being consumed by a monster that fed on my own sadness and self-doubt. I didn’t want to project that image. The world couldn’t know that person.

“As you know, the commitment, dedication, and effort required in motorsports are immense and it's not a pursuit I take lightly.” I continued. “As with any other driver, there are challenges outside racing. Some can handle them better than others. I felt the need to stop for a while and take it easy on myself. That doesn’t make me less of a driver.”

“Is this hybrid mode, if I can call it that, helping with those issues?”

“It helped, until now. A lot of other drivers have a business on the side, that’s just a small percentage of what I do. Did.” I corrected myself. “I intend to be 100% focused on racing next year.”

“What made you take that decision?”

“The timing feels right, both personally and professionally.”

“You’re on a high, that’s for sure,” Anderson said, his hand meddling with his pen. “Considering those challenges you've mentioned, how do you feel your experiences outside the track have influenced your approach to racing now?”

"A lot has been happening these last two years. To be honest, I’m still in the process of looking back, reflecting on my journey and reevaluating my goals. Especially these last weeks… I’ve reencountered some people from the past and it helped me to look behind… It helped me gain a deeper understanding of myself, my strengths, and the areas I wanted to work on. As a result, I'm feeling more like myself. Every good or bad thing that happens is a part of us. And it’s not a setback, it’s just a… detour. A part of the comeback, too.” Anderson smiled at my worlds, I smiled too. “This weekend showed me exactly that—that I’m still the girl I was a few years ago. All the setbacks I’ve found… All my experiences, really, have taught me the importance of balance, resilience, and essentially mental well-being, which I believe are essential not only for success on the track but also for overall fulfilment.”

“And as for the future? Could you tell us a bit more about the specific goals you're aiming to achieve with DAR Racing and in your motorsport career moving forward?”

“And as to the future…” I paused. “My focus is on continuous improvement and pushing my limits. And working on myself. I'm fortunate to be part of a team that believes in my potential and supports my growth. Right now, my goal is to contribute to the team's success, while also aiming to achieve personal milestones, of course. It’s all very in the open, to be honest. As I said, I'm dedicated to making the most of every opportunity and showcasing my abilities. Ultimately? I aspire to compete at the highest level, as any other athlete."

"Highest level?” His eyebrow pointed up. “What do you exactly mean?”

"Competing against the best. Motorsport offers various tiers of competition, and my ultimate goal is to eventually reach the pinnacle of motorsport, whether it's in Formula 1, endurance racing, or any other top-tier championship.” Anderson seemed surprised. I cracked a laugh and he followed. “Doesn’t hurt to dream, does it? I’m aware this journey requires consistent dedication, hard work, and especially the right opportunities. I’m just leaving it in the open." I shrugged.

"So, the single-seaters aren’t out of the question?"

"Absolutely not! Formula 1 remains a dream—more than that, a goal. While my current focus is on endurance racing, I wouldn't rule out the possibility of pursuing a career in single-seaters if the right opportunity arises.”

“That’s bold.”

“Can’t settle for less.”

Anderson laughed and extended his hand in my direction. “That’s the spirit.”

_

Amanda rented a small Airbnb in Berlin, paid for the company, of course, and located less than 5 minutes away from her client’s new store. The floor of the entrance hall was all boxes and shopping bags, greeting me as I arrived. On the corner, there was a small space for my shoes, the only free space, actually, which meant that I had to grab my suitcase and hover it over the boxes, to make my way to my room.

She had texted me just as I landed, telling me she would be at the store all morning and that I could use some time to sleep and rest and join her at the store in the afternoon. And despite being massively jet-lagged, I couldn’t phantom the idea of going to bed at noon. My body was completely disoriented after a twenty-hour flight that had departed from Japan on Monday night and landed in Berlin on Tuesday morning.

The concept of time didn’t make sense at all.

During the flight, I immersed myself in a sea of and stories about myself. The spotlight was glaring down on me, the expectations and anticipation weighing down my shoulders. “WHAT COMES NEXT?” plastered across every other tweet or headline. And, of course, I asked myself the same question.

Little did I realize that my little pastime was nurturing the little monster hidden in a corner of my mind, that I so desperately tried to ignore by eating cookies and Doritos and drinking whatever beverage they had available on the flight.

I’d said more than I should in the interview with Anderson, I realized.

In every other tweet, my name was linked to Carlos, to his dad and to a potential seat in F3 that I knew nothing about. On every social media post, a lot more comments than usual, especially after Marjorie’s Mallorca dump, where I was pictured with Carlos behind me, on the boat, his hand over my shoulder—what quickly became “proof” to our connection.

Too much happening in such little time.

And time didn’t make sense.

And my body ached.

And Even Amanda, whom I thought would be focused at work, was swept up in the buzz of the moment. There was a bottle of Ferrari champagne on the dinning table. “We will open it at dinner”, a small note said.

I couldn’t make tea because I couldn’t find the teapot, and heating up water in the microwave was just too low. I was tired. I needed coffee or tea, or just anything with a strong flavour and enough caffeine, and then I remembered there was a small coffee shop downstairs.

But I was just so tired, and so in need of a break, that my feet took me to the empty room at the end of the hallway and I collapsed in bed. Not to sleep. But just to take a break. To exist and listen to the silence, and to life happening outside, in some random street of Berlin.

The grip of jet lag tightened as Berlin’s heat added to my discomfort.

I rolled in bed.

And then I remembered that for the first time in more than a week, Carlos and I were in the same time zone. And life seemed a bit better. I stretched my hand to the phone. There was a message from him hanging in my inbox. “Call me when you land.”

“Oh, you were quick to pick up,” I said, my voice laced with traces of tiredness.

He chuckled on the other side of the line. “Yeah, it seems I can’t go too long without hearing from you. Is the flat nice?”

“It's cozy. Going to be an interesting experience sharing the place with Amanda for a few days. I had to perform some serious parkour moves just to get through the entrance because the hallway is packed with boxes. She’s not exactly the tidiest person.”

Carlos laughed softly. “As if you could talk.”

I playfully sighed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Virgo, if I don’t live up to your standards.”

He chuckled again, the sound soothing and familiar. "Well, just make sure you don't trip over any of those boxes. I need you whole when you get back."

"I'll do my best," I replied, a grin sneaking onto my face despite the fatigue that still clung to me. "How's your day been so far?"

We fell into an easy conversation, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. His words were like a balm, easing away the remnants of jet lag and anxiety and replacing them with a sense of connection that stretched across the miles. He was still in Italy, getting ready to fly for Zandvoort. It would be a packed week, apparently. Starting on Wednesday, all the way to Sunday. And then repeat all of that for Monza, the next week. At a certain point, he started complaining about Rio and his insistence on taking Team 55 to dinner to celebrate Carlos’ birthday, and then spending midnight together, have a drink and toast to another year.

I would be at said dinner, but that surprise was something Carlos didn't need to know just yet.

Between stories of Amsterdam and Zandvoort and how Spa had gone for him, we finally reached the topic. Japan. The podium.

“About that,” Carlos's voice echoed warmly through the phone's speaker. I settled deeper into the comfy pillows, his words soothing away the fatigue that had clung to me since landing. "You won't believe it, but he couldn’t shut up about you. I've never seen Rio so damn proud as he was on Sunday," he confessed.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. "That's a first," I replied, my voice laced with amusement. "I think he'd sooner admit to believing in unicorns than admit to praising me.”

Carlos chuckled softly, and I could almost picture the affectionate smile on his face. “I barely saw him at the garage. He was around… networking, as he put it. Even took some notes from Caco.”

“He better take lessons from the master. Guess I'll have to rely on him since I don't have Dad to do it for me anymore.” Carlos cleared his throat, and it sounded like a gentle reprimand. “What was that for?”

“You would do it even if you were alone.”

“I don’t have the people skills for that.”

“You do,” he quickly interjected. His words hung in the air, and I scrunched my nose, the silence between us perhaps conveying more than words ever could. “Are you having doubts?”

I pondered for a moment, my body shifting in bed as if searching for a more comfortable posture to handle the subject. “Hm. It’s too late for that,” I began. “I mean, it's all done now, you know? I've adjudicated all my clients to other colleagues. My agenda is clean. I've sent my resignation letter. I’m just tying up some loose ends now.”

“That’s good,” Carlos said, and then a heavy silence enveloped us once more. It felt like a looming shadow, draping itself over me, heavy and dark. “Isn’t it?”

“It is. It just…” I hesitated, searching for the right words.

“Yes?”

“I’m… apprehensive.”

“Okay…” I heard him take a deep breath, and I closed my eyes, yearning for his comforting presence. “Why? What’s going on inside?”

A warmth spread through me, knowing that he cared enough to ask these questions. “Do we really need to have this talk?”

“Yes.” His response was firm, yet there was an undeniable gentleness in his voice. I felt a rush of emotions, a mixture of vulnerability and relief. God. How much I needed him right there at that moment. “I don’t want you to carry the weight of this change alone.”

Something shifted inside me, a sense of support that I hadn’t fully acknowledged before. I let out a sigh, feeling a strange weight lifting off my shoulders. The liberty to be human, and act like myself. To have fears, and doubts and to have the liberty to be vulnerable and share them.

“It’s been a lot, you know?” My voice cracked as my throat seemed to become small. I paused for a second, just to hear him hum on the other side, encouraging me to continue. “I can’t visualize it. I can’t see myself there, because I don’t feel like there is. I feel lost. And tired. People expect me to know what I want. To know the way. To be fierce and decisive, but I'm not that person. At least not now. I'm seeing her again, but I'm still... lost. I have this… thing. An anxiety that lives here, that I can’t put on hold.”

“Eva—”

“No, let me finish. I have more than enough reasons to know I’m kind of good, to know I’m good. But there’s something screaming that I’m not great. That I’m not enough. That I should have never stopped, that I should have started racing sooner…  I mean, take my interview with Andeson.” I paused. “I said too much, people are talking and going deeper into my life, and stalking my socials and making theories about everything. I have people liking photos from 2015, for heaven's sake. And I’m refusing to go on Twitter because I don’t want to read what they’re saying.”

Carlos chuckled, his voice soothing. “That's how it goes, love. It shouldn't be that way, but it's unfortunately part of the package. Remember that’s not what matters.”

“What happens on the track is what matters,” I asserted.

“Exactly,” Carlos took a deep breath before continuing. "I know you like being in your bubble, Eva. I do too. But unfortunately, I'll have to share you with the world if we want a chance to keep your name in their mouths. And we need that chance because you deserve a great seat for next year."

I sighed, understanding the weight of his words. "Share me, huh?"

He let out a playful sigh. "Let me be a bit selfish here. I just got you back, and now I'll have to share you with the world? Unfair."

"Is it really that hard to bear?"

Carlos replied in a teasing tone, "You have no idea. Sharing you with the world? Torture."

I chuckled, his playful tone bringing a sense of lightness to our conversation. "Well, I'll try to make it as painless as possible for you. Besides, you'll always have a special VIP pass to my bubble."

He chuckled, his voice warm and affectionate. "I'll hold you to that. Now…” he hesitated. "I have to leave in… 20-ish minutes. Nap time for you?"

I sighed dramatically. "Yeah, I guess I can squeeze in a bit of sleep."

"Good,” He paused. “You need rest"

"And you're not mad about me missing the GP?"

There was a short pause before he answered, his voice sincere. "I won't lie and say I'm thrilled, but I understand. Work's work, love. And I’ll have you in Monza. We'll have our celebration whenever is possible."

I smiled, warmth flooding through me. "Thank you for understanding, even when I'm disappointing your birthday plans."

He chuckled. "It’s okay, bebé. I'll survive the birthday blues. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself. And get enough rest."

"I promise," I said softly, gratitude filling my voice.

“I’ll call you tonight.”

“Counting on it.”

I nestled back into the pillows, my mind finally quieting down as I let sleep claim me once more. Our conversation replayed in my thoughts, a reminder that no matter the miles between us or the challenges we faced, our bond remained.

_

“Carlos’ birthday is tomorrow,” I said. On the other side of the line, Marjorie's affirming hum tickled my ear. “What do you give a man that has everything?”

Marjorie's voice crackled through, a touch raspy and warm. “Really good head.”

I haltered, trying to muffle a chuckle and glanced discreetly at the man on the opposite side of the counter. I couldn't help but wonder if he overheard her audacious suggestion; it was practically impossible, but his stern expression made me second-guess.

“Let’s keep it a little more PG, shall we?” I whispered, my words barely escaping my lips. “I was thinking more along the lines of a watch. You know, like a normal person.”

She giggled, unapologetic. “Yeah, your denial game is strong.”

“You wouldn’t buy it even if I tried.” I think I sounded more annoyed than I expected, and Marjorie’s quick reply and tone did indeed confirm it.

“True. So, why deny it anyway?”

I shifted my gaze to the abstract painting on the wall, and then to the display filled with bracelets and watches. The light refracted on the screens, glistening and tempting me to pick one of them up. I approached one of the displays. One of the Rolex watches seemed to smile at me.

“It’s complicated,” I murmured.

“That’s your favourite word.” She paused, the silence a bit dull, but I wasn’t sure of what to say. “But you don’t need to say a thing, you know? It’s pretty darn obvious what’s going on between you two. Seriously, even standing five meters away, it’s nauseating.”

“Marge, don’t—”

“Eva, I get it. You want to take things slow, bla bla bla, I know your speech, already. It’s the same for every boy. Nut come on! It’s Carlos! I know you always liked him. And even if he was a stranger… I mean he’s still Carlos Sainz.”  She sighed.

“You won’t shut up, will you?”

“Never.” She paused for a second, and when I thought I could speak, she started again. "We all were in Mallorca, and I've seen enough walks of shame to spot one. And it was almost suffocating near you during Blanca’s dinner. The tension was absurd.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know. At least stop being weird about it.”

“I’m not weird about anything. I called you just want your help to choose a gift for his birthday and you didn’t even let me talk yet. Are you and Rio giving him something?”

“Yes. Your brother is giving him something, not sure what, honestly.”

“You’re really trusting him with that?”

“It’s his best friend. If he fucks up, it's his responsibility.” She quipped and then cracked a laugh. I chuckled silently, my eyes drifting through the small collection.

“Going back to my gift…” I brought the conversation back on track.

“Yes…”

“I left the store to go pick up some food for lunch and I found a cute little shop on the way,” I started. It was much more than "cute"—it was truly a hidden gem in the heart of Berlin. “I was thinking of something vintage, you know? A watch… with a leather bracelet, maybe. And I don’t have much time to waste because I’m leaving today to Zandvoort and I can’t get there with anything.”

“He has a collection of watches, Eva.”

“He has literally a collection of everything,” I sighed. “Hence the challenge. I want to stand out.”

“Well, I told you one way to stand out.”

"I'm trying to be a little more sophisticated here," I retorted.

"Oh, do you need suggestions for a no-smudge red lipstick?" Marjorie countered, her suggestion dripping with mischievous wit. “I can help with that.”

“Fuck off.”

“Babe, you showing up there will be nicer than any watch.”

I hummed, my feet tracing the store floors, walking the steps I’d already walked twice or thrice that evening. before calling Marjorie, I’d spent ten minutes in there, staring at the watches, and despite loving the atmosphere and the feeling of all my senses being captivated by the allure of history, I was in need of going back outside and getting some food.

Every piece was a good pick.

Each one with a story of its own, sparkling under the soft glow of the display lights, their gears whispering secrets of forgotten eras, waiting to be unveiled by its new owner.

I picked up a beautiful antique Rolex with a leather strap, the rich aroma of aged leather mingling with the fragrance of nostalgia that permeated the air. It exuded an air of sophistication, and I could already picture him wearing it under the brim of his race suit.

“I’m sending you a pic on WhatsApp.”

And after I did, Marjorie's voice came through the phone, breaking my reverie. "That one is lovely.”

“But it’s so… normal.” I sighed, feeling torn between the classic elegance of the leather bracelet and the desire to find something truly unique for Carlos.

"It’s a Rolex.” She deadpanned. “I swear to God, it’s been years since I married into this family and I still can’t relate to you all. But yeah, somehow I get what you mean. But it's Carlos. He doesn't care about extravagant."

“But I do.”

“Miss,” the shop owner's voice interrupted our conversation, and I turned to face him with a polite smile. "I'm really sorry to disturb you, but we’re about to close.”

I nodded apologetically at the shop owner, realizing that I had been so engrossed in my conversation with Marjorie that I hadn't noticed the time. "Of course, I'm sorry. I got carried away… Marge,” I talked into the phone. “I’ll call you later, ok?"

"No need to apologize," he said kindly, gesturing towards the watch in my hand. "You seem to have a good eye for these kind of pieces. Is there anything specific you're looking for?"

"Well," I hesitated, glancing back at the watch and the man before it put it down in its place. "I'm trying to find a birthday gift.?"

The old man smiled understandingly, his eyes glistening under his round glasses. "Well,” he looked at his watch. “I can spare a few more minutes to help you, miss. Is it for a friend? A family member?"

"A friend. He travels a lot, he’s a racing driver… So I was thinking of something like a watch or a bracelet, something practical that he can carry around or just… something to have at home…? I mean…” I paused, my eyes wandering through the counter, my iris meeting the shiny screens of the watch under the store lights. “He has tons of watches, and now that I’m thinking about it, he’s not a guy to wear bracelets. It’s… a challenge.”

The old man's face lit up, a raspy smoker's chuckle leaving his wrinkly lips. "Ja, I know how difficult it can be. What does that friend value? What does he like?" The man leaned against the counter, his wrinkly hand holding onto the sturdy wood, while the other one traveled to the pocket of his cardigan.

"Meaning, I think," I replied, my fingers tracing the edge of the polished wooden counter. "He has basically everything already, so it's difficult to find something. Not that he's hard to please. Not at all. I'm just very picky, even when it comes to gifts for other people."

"Meaning," the old man mused, his eyes scanning the shop's interior. "You mentioned he's a driver, right?" I nodded in confirmation. "How about something that combines his love for racing with a touch of nostalgia?"

I furrowed my brows, intrigued by his suggestion. "What do you suggest?"

The old man's eyes gleamed with excitement as he led me toward a large leather album, slightly bigger than A3 paper, resting on a wooden display stand. "I was a big motorsport fan back in the day," he began, his voice carrying the weight of cherished memories. "I even traveled to America to watch some good old NASCAR races. Fortunately, I had the opportunity to meet many drivers and collected a few things people find valuable now."

With his permission, I opened the album to reveal a treasure trove of race posters, each one meticulously preserved and adorned with signatures from drivers and team owners. The pages were filled with a rich tapestry of racing history from various series.

"Oh, are these race posters?" I asked in awe.

The old man nodded proudly. "They are all signed, by drivers and team owners, from a variety of racing series. Perhaps a poster from Le Mans from his birth year? Or... what does he drive? What does he enjoy?"

"Formula 1," I replied. And then I looked up to him. "Maybe a poster from the Spanish Grand Prix of '94, if it's available?"

The old man's eyes sparkled with recognition. "Ah, the Spanish Grand Prix of '94. That was a memorable one. I think it’s in there somewhere."

As I stepped out of the shop, the poster and a frame we picked after were inside a carton box, with a lot of tape around it. It would survive the flight, I hoped. I couldn't help but notice how picturesque Berlin looked that afternoon. The sun cast a warm golden hue on the architecture, turning even the most ordinary scenes into works of art. I adjusted my sunglasses, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city. Cobblestone streets wound through neighbourhoods that seemed to have their own stories to tell.

With each step, I felt a little more grounded, the rhythm of my strides syncing with the beat of the city. People passed by, their conversations forming a melodic backdrop. Laughter spilt out from sidewalk cafes, and the aroma of various cuisines filled the air.

Eva: “weird to think that i once thought germans were the prettiest europeans”

Marjorie: “a loooot of layers to debunk there”

Eva: “they were mostly football players and sebastian vettel. not that many layers.”

Marjorie: “vettel? wow, that’s soooo surprising” Marjorie: ”no one would EVER guess your taste in men”

Eva: “yeah? what’s my taste in men then?”

Marjorie: “former red bull athletes that raced/race for ferrari?” Marjorie: ”duh”

Eva: “you’re so annoying”

Marjorie: “did you get the gift?”

Eva: “yes”

Marjorie: “what did you get?”

Eva: “ill show you later”

Marjorie: “ok, now you can stop overthinking and focus on the handsome spaniard waiting for you and the amazing birthday sex he's in for”

Eva: "omg” Eva: "can’t believe you’re a MOM”

Helping Amanda at the store helped me more than I wanted to admit. I liked being busy. I needed to be busy. Spreadsheets and checklists were the perfect escape from the stress accumulating in my mind. I needed that, the sense of being in control. And if I felt like I was not totally controlling my career, still being discussed online, at least I could be in control of numbers and store openings.

"Last project as a team?" Amanda's voice reached me, her back turned as she meticulously arranged fake flowers in a jar. "I finally saw your interview last night. Full dedication to racing, starting next year."

I leaned against an unopened box, half my size, my fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the cardboard's surface. "Yeah, I've mentioned this to you before.” I took a break, using the seconds to take a breath. “I mean, I gave you like 70% of my clients."

She finally turned around, a plastic sunflower hanging from her fingers. "Yeah. I know. But I gotta admit, I half-expected you to stick around. Keep a client or two... Just in case."

A bead of sweat trickled down my back, my palms slightly sweaty as I wiped them against the cool fabric of my shorts.

"To be honest," I began, my gaze meeting hers. "No, I'm not entirely sure. But I don't think I ever will be. It just feels like something I need to do, you know? Stop doubting and take the leap."

She continued to observe me, her expression thoughtful. "And if it goes wrong?"

"Then I start over, just like I did a few years ago.” I settled onto an ottoman chair, taking a deep breath and picking my bottle of water from the side table. “Difference is: I have my own resources now. I have money. My money. I can travel, I can afford to try. I won't be relying on anyone else, this time."

"At all?" Her question carried a weight that made me frown. "I've seen the news. I've seen Twitter."

I rolled my eyes. "Ah, Twitter."

Her gaze remained steady on mine, unwavering. "So, are you two together or not?"

I sighed, a mixture of frustration and exasperation bubbling up. "Amanda, for once, I want to be my own person. To pursue my own dreams on my own terms." Stepping forward, I brushed my hands on my shorts, attempting to get rid of the sweat. "He's my friend, a really good one. But we’re talking work, not personal life."

She persisted, her tone unwavering. "Let's delve into the personal, then."

Turning away, I picked up a couple of the already empty cardboard boxes. "Honestly, I'd prefer if we didn't," I mumbled, carrying them towards the trash.

After ensuring Amanda wouldn't spontaneously combust from store-opening nerves, and after hearing her apologies for the intrusion, I bid farewell to Berlin. Every checklist and spreadsheet was printed and laminated, ready to be used for the inauguration. The gift boxes for the guests were carefully arranged on the counter and all the frames and backdrops for photos were set.

The airport buzzed with its customary end-of-August throng, yet, the line at security wasn’t so long.

As I dumped my belongings into the tray, the soft clinking of metal snagged my focus. My gaze drifted down, catching the glint of a tiny golden steering wheel illuminated by the airport's harsh lights.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips, swallowed by the surrounding crowd.

I’d been carrying it around since I’d left the track, half-drunk and drenched in champagne. I recalled being wearied by the day's events, too tipsy to recall the basics of Japanese and to walk in a straight line. I also remembered stumbling upon a souvenir stand near the track, my eyes fixating on those sparkling keychains. They had looked so delicate and golden, so artfully crafted that one might mistake them for actual gold if not for the 3000 yen price tag dangling from them—just shy of 20€.

Purchasing it had stirred up memories of our old tradition, those times when we'd strive to find the quirkiest gifts for each other. Snowglobes, magnets, postcards—each trinket carrying memories of the places we'd visited without each other.

"have fun at your dinner, soon to be birthday boy," I sent him a text as I settled into one of the seats by my gate.

Upon landing, a mirror selfie greeted me. There he was—a playful rogue, fresh out of the shower and sporting nothing but a strategically draped towel around his waist. A pout adorned his lips.

And as the caption: “i’ll try, but i’m feeling pretty lonely out here”

A one-shoulder black top draped over my frame, the asymmetrical neckline cutting the line of my chest. The wide linen pants I wore flowed gracefully with each of my steps, their relaxed fit exuding a laid-back vibe. My pants were cinched at the waist with a black leather belt, adding a subtle touch of edginess to the outfit. I reapplied my make-up in the Uber, after dropping my suitcases and the frame at the hotel lobby. Rio had arranged everything—a schedule so meticulously programmed that I couldn’t believe it was programmed by him.

I soon found myself standing outside the restaurant, my phone in hand as I dialled his number. Amsterdam was bursting with fans and tourists, nothing out of the ordinary for a night at the end of August, nearing the Grand Prix. Lost while observing the small crowds tracing the streets, I only noticed my brother’s familiar grin when he was close enough to trap me in a hug.

"Eva!" he held all the pride of the world in that hug.

"Hi," I laughed lightly. "Hey! I kinda need to breathe, you know?"

He released me with a sheepish grin, eyes sparkling with affection. He kissed my cheek before taking a step back. "Sorry, I’ve been saving this hug for a while now. And wow… The lipstick. Suits you.”

I put my hand on his chest, over the buttons of his dark green polo. “You're not looking too shabby yourself.”

His laughter echoed, genuine and carefree, as he linked his arm with mine. “Well, I do try to keep up appearances once or twice a year.”

“For birthdays and Christmas?”

“Yeah. Something like it.”

We strolled into the restaurant together. The anticipation of the evening hung in the air, tugging in my belly. God, what’s this feeling?

“What did you tell them?”

“Oh, you know—” Rio scratched the back of his neck. “Something about needing to take a call?”

I burst into laughter. "You literally managed to secretly arrange a flight and extra hotel room but couldn't come up with a more believable excuse for this?"

Rio joined in my laughter. "Hey, it worked! No one asked too many questions."

"Fair enough. Where’s the table?”

“At the back,” he pointed at an arch in the brick wall of the restaurant. “Have you spoken to Dad?”

“Not tonight, Rio,” I replied, pausing for a moment and turning slightly to face him. “Can we talk about all that tomorrow? It’s been a lot. I just want to eat something decent, rather, drink something decent and have a good time.”

He kissed my cheek. “Sure. I’m proud of you. Just remember that.”

Carlos was seated facing the archway, and my gaze was drawn to him the instant Rio and I stepped through it. It took Carlos a brief moment longer to register our presence. He was engrossed in conversation, his brows knit together as he spoke animatedly, his hands dancing with fervour as he talked. The room seemed to grow silent as my eyes focused on him. Then, as if pulled by an invisible force, his gaze met mine.

And the world went completely silent.

His lips curved into a smile that transformed his features, smoothing away any tension. He seemed to be filled with light and I felt so weightless, I felt I could have floated through the air like a feather—it wasn't the sensation of falling for him; or falling for each other, but rather the exhilarating feeling of ascending together, drawn irresistibly toward each other's orbit.

And I felt at ease.

Rio playfully tugged at my arm, drawing me further into the restaurant. "He's so ridiculously in love," he teased with a knowing grin, watching his best friend, already getting up from his chair.

A wistful smile touched my lips, my heart echoing with silent questions. The words hung unspoken in the air, a gentle whisper carried by the currents of emotion that flowed between us.

It was warm and cold at the same time. Too much happening and nothing at all.

“Fuck off,” I whispered. My brother just laughed.

My steps quickened with each heartbeat, a subtle urgency pushing me forward, almost outpacing my brother’s pace. I had to consciously force myself to walk slowly and not betray my haste to reach the table. All the way, my eyes didn’t leave Carlos, already on his feet, his hand resting casually on the back of his char. Effortless attire—whitewashed jeans and a simple T-shirt. His hair was a charming mess, tempting me to run my fingers through the tousled strands.

Around the table, faces were beginning to light up with recognition and surprise, the gathering of friends and acquaintances slowly rising to greet us. I waved at them, “Hi! Good night,” and a soft giggle bubbled from my lips as I caught the shared amusement on Carlos' friends' faces.

“Hey,” Carlos said.

As he leaned in to press a warm kiss to my cheek, the familiarity of his touch ignited a sense of comfort. He smelled nice. His hands found their way around me, wrapping me in a hug that felt both familiar and intoxicatingly new. I reciprocated the embrace, savouring the closeness while maintaining an air of casualness as if this were an ordinary occurrence.

“You’re here.” He whispered, the small sound cutting through the noise echoing in the room.

“I am,” I murmured softly, my voice carrying a warmth that was reserved for him alone. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Carlos chuckled, his breath tickling my ear as he pulled away. "What are you doing here? You must be exhausted."

"Just a little jet-lagged," I admitted with a sheepish smile, the exhaustion momentarily forgotten in his presence. “Nothing a good night of sleep and some Red Bull tomorrow won’t solve.”

"Red Bull, huh? Giving the opponents some business, are we?" Caco playfully remarked, dragging his chair to the side, to create space to add another seat to the table.

I chuckled, playing along. "Well, a little cross-team support never hurt anyone, right?"

"Alright, everyone," Rio's voice cut through our moment; by his side, two waitresses, one of them carrying a chair and the other one a set of plates and a glass. "We need another seat here, please." He motioned to the place between his and Carlos’ seats. “And bring back the menu, please, so she can pick something to eat.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, short moments after, taking my seat. “And I’ll just have some carbonara. No need for the menu.”

“Welcome back, Eva,” Caco said, before picking up the bottle of wine and filling my glass. “We missed you around here.”

The night was alive with energy, laughter, and the warmth of connection.

It felt nice to be back in the midst of a Team 55 dinner, just like it used to happen years ago when Carlos still wore yellow or orange and we were too blind to actually read through the lines. The familiarity of faces, the shared jokes and the easy camaraderie were a comforting reminder of the bonds that had formed over time, and that he was in good hands those last years.

It had been three years since the last Grand Prix I attended by Carlos' side. He was a man, now. A Grand Prix race winner. A Ferrari driver. He wore red, burning red. The Italian anthem had played for him. Not many had that honour.

The low hum of conversation blended seamlessly with the clinking of glasses and the occasional bursts of laughter. I let myself observe the group, the connection between them all, the aura around the table. It was like stepping into the past and finding home, once again.

As the clock neared midnight, Rio leaned in with a sly smile. "I think it's time for some champagne, don't you think?"

“Oh, no, I—We have work tomorrow,” Carlos’ voice was interrupted by a chorus of boos that echoed around the table. From the archway, a waitress appeared with a tray of mini burgers adorned with candles in her hands. “Oh, you didn’t!”

His laughter blended perfectly with the melody of “Happy Birthday” being echoed from everyone in the room, not only from our table but from the other ones, too. I focused my eyes on him, only to find out he was already looking at me, grin wide and eyes glistening.

“Mate, you’re getting old!” Rupert exclaimed before hugging him. “Speech!!" He called out, his strong British accent ringing through the cheers and applause, raising his glass and prompting others to follow suit.

“No, no!” Carlos shook his head, a playful protest on his lips, as the chant grew in volume. "Oh, come on, guys."

“Stop being a chicken, mate. Come on,” my brother whispered.

With a good-natured sigh, Carlos finally stood up, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He surveyed the faces around the table, and then around the room, his gaze lingering on each person before settling on me, his eyes warm and sincere.

"Alright, alright," he began, moving his hands in an attempt to hush the commotion around him. "Well, uh… Another one, right? 28!” The room grew quiet, the attention of every person fixed on Carlos as he spoke from the heart. One of the waiters passed him a flute filled with champagne. He took it in his hands and nodded, before whispering a thank you. "Birthdays have always been a time of reflection for me. A time to look back on the journey, the ups and downs and whatnot, and, of course, the people who have been by my side through it all. These guys right here.” He pointed to the table with the flute. “And I can honestly say that I am so incredibly lucky to have each and every one of you with me." He raised his glass and everyone mirrored his gesture, a sense of camaraderie filling the air. "To the team, to friendship, and to the memories we've created and the ones we're yet to make."

As the glasses clinked together in a toast, the atmosphere was charged with emotion and shared celebration. Carlos took a moment to catch my gaze, a twinkle in his eyes as he added, "And to Eva, who has been a constant source of support and inspiration. Here's to you, to your podium at WEC, and to many more victories."

I felt my cheeks burning and I tried to conceal my smile by having a sip of the champagne.

“To Eva!” My brother exclaimed, his glass raised in the air, prompting the others to follow.

“To Eva!” The room chanted, as Carlos approached me and planted a kiss on my cheek.

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispered.

“I hate you,” I whispered. “Thank you.”

The combination of jetlag, wine, champagne and the events of the night had left me feeling simultaneously exhilarated and tired. As we walked back, the city lights casting a soft glow around us, I leaned into Carlos, my head resting against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around me.

“Tired?” he inquired, his voice a gentle caress against the night breeze.

I nodded against his shoulder, my gaze trailing to the figures of our friends walking ahead of us. “And a bit tipsy, I think. The day just went by so quickly.”

A soft chuckle escaped him, his fingers brushing against my arm in a soothing gesture. With a warmth that seeped into my skin, he said, “We’re almost there. 10 minutes and you'll be in bed.”

“No rush, really. I still need to give you your gift and get ready for bed. Lot more than 10 minutes.”

“Okay, then…” He pondered. I looked up, noticing the way his brow furrowed playfully. A small chuckle left my lips. “Let’s say… 40, then.”

“Ugh,” I unfed, wrapping my arm around his waist, under his leather jacket. “That’s a lot of time for someone who slept like… 5 hours today.”

“You needed to rest,” his voice had that tone of concern I was not yet quite used to hearing. “Rest. Not add another fight to the list.”

“And I will rest this weekend. Just hope your driver’s room has a good couch.”

His laughter resonated in the air, the sound a welcome companion in the quiet of the night. “The best in the Ferrari hospitality.”

“I’m in good hands, then.”

We walked in silence for a little while, casually observing the surroundings. Everyone was just too busy living their lives to notice or to care he was there. It was a 5-minute walk from the restaurant to the hotel, our friends had already disappeared from view when we entered through a side door, free from the small crowd that could potentially be waiting at the main entrance.

“How was Japan?” He asked when we were racing the elevators.

I smiled, my head turning from the closed doors to his face. “Wild.” The memories of the race weekend flooded my thoughts. A chuckle escaped me as I recalled some of them. “Insane, really… I mean... The Challenge was great, and everything. But this was serious, you know? Like… WEC is serious. People saw me there. Saw what I did, you know?” He nodded, a smile playing on his lips. “And this might sound super cocky, but… it was amazing.”

“Oh, you bet the world saw you. Your name rang in the paddock the whole day. And that interview you did with Anderson?”

“What about it?”

“I’m just jealous. I never looked that good on camera,” he teased, his eyes glinting with playful mischief. I laughed and followed the ping of the elevator, that now opened its doors to us. With his back turned to me, while he pressed one of the buttons, he questioned, “Am I one of those people?” Then, he turned back to me, a smug smile in his mouth. “The ones you mentioned. Do I inspire you?”

The corner of my lips lifted in a playful grin. “Do you really need to ask?" I watched as he shrugged, a nonchalant expression on his face. I rolled my eyes, “Well, you know… every time I see your face on TV, I think, ‘Wow, I have to learn something from that guy’.”

His laughter rang out, a sound that was as comforting as it was infectious. “That’s it? My handsome face is just a reminder to work harder?”

I matched his playful tone. “Well, either that or the fear of becoming the least interesting person on TV.” As he leaned against the wall, his body language inviting me closer, I complied without hesitation. I stepped into his space, still at a distance. ”I’ll let you pick whichever makes you feel better.”

He rolled his eyes before his gaze locked onto mine, a whole different haze around those orbs. The quiet hum of the elevator seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of us in our own world. His index finger hooked on the belt hoop of my pants, a subtle gesture that pulled me toward him. His voice, soft yet filled with longing, wrapped around me like a velvet ribbon.

“I miss you,” he confessed. “I was dying for a moment alone with you.”

“I’m all yours, now.”

His lopsided grin transformed into a mischievous smirk as he closed the distance between us. A pair of tender, delicate lips met mine, and I could feel the hint of his smile as I melted into his embrace, a contented sigh escaping my lips.

I lost myself in him, in the touch of his hands touching me everywhere, reclaiming my body and pressing me against him. The urgency grew. My fingers instinctively curled around the leather of his jacket, pulling him closer with a determined grip. His hands ventured to my lower back, drawing me nearer. We could have transcended into another dimension.

As the elevator doors finally opened on his floor, we reluctantly pulled away from each other, our lips lingering for a moment before breaking apart. The hunger in his gaze mirrored my own. With a silent understanding, we rushed through the hallway—stupid teenagers in a rom-com.

I felt the weight of the door click shut behind us as he pushed me against it, his lips already on my neck. Our perfumes mixed together, a scent already familiar, yet to which I had no resistance. I felt drunk on it. His hands left my waist to pull my top down and reveal my bare skin beneath. There was urgency in his touch, in his eyes, in the way he exhaled when he took a step back and took me in.

Under his eyes, goosebumps ran across my chest. Thingles shot up from my nipples.

Carlos ran his thumb over one of them, eyes studying the rose buds, his tongue peering between his lips. “No bra?” He teased, his eyes glinting.

“Though I might save us some time,” I whispered back.

“I like the way you think,” he replied with a low growl. The warmth of his breath touched my skin, making me shiver uncontrollably before his lips reached my breast.

To that, I would never get used. The velvet touch of his tongue, the particular way his lips seem to perfectly fit each crevice of my body. My hands came up to his hair, tangling myself in the silky locks as he suckled on my nipple, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak. I gasped, my head falling backwards.

Electricity shot through my body, pooling between my legs.

“I want to do something for you, today," I said.

He cocked an eyebrow at me, his eyes darkening with desire. "What?" The husky timbre of his voice sent a chill down my spine, as he undid the belt of my pants. From then, to the moment they fell on the floor, was a couple of seconds.

I descended from my heels and guided him to bed, where he sat at the edge. Then sat down, gently, on his lap, my legs spreading naturally. Slightly hesitating, he reached out, and glided his palm over my back and my ass, before tracing a path down the back of my thighs. With a more urgent touch, his fingertips burning in curiosity and anticipation, he continued until his hand reached the back of my knees and with a strong motion, pulled me nearer to him. Fuck. I quivered in his lap, a broken moan escaping my lips.

He smiled. "You like that?"

I nodded, biting my lip as I felt the heat in his eyes. Tentatively, I placed my hands on his shoulders and moved again, shamelessly grinding against his jeans. Again, a low, husky moan left my mouth and his fingers dug into my ass. He was completely dressed and I was soaking through my panties.

Cupping my face in his hands, he brought his mouth back to mine. Fierce and wet. Possessive and savage. I moaned against his mouth as his hands came up to my breasts, kneading them as I rode him harder. His touch was overwhelming, and I could feel myself getting close to the edge.

"No. Wait. I—” My hand rested on his chest. “You’re making me lose focus."

My chin was locked between his fingers, as he held my face close.

"Hm?" He groaned against my mouth. "On what, baby?"

"On you," I said, between breaths, my voice almost breaking. I forced myself to stop moving, even when I felt every inch of my body under a spell. My clit was throbbing, crying for attention. "Your shirt," I commanded, and in seconds, it was flying to the floor.

The cool floor stimulated my heated skin, as I knelt in front of him. My eyes couldn't leave his face—the strands falling over his forehead, his slightly flushed cheeks, his swollen lips. I reached out, my fingers deftly working on his belt buckle, my every movement deliberate and tantalizing. Dark orbs stared at me from behind sleep-tousled eyes, desire taking them whole. Unzipping him, I let the jeans fall to his feet before touching him over his white Calvin Kleins. I could feel my mouth watering at the imprint of his erection on the fabric.

Looking up again, there was a grin on his lips.

His thumb gently traced the contour of my bottom lip, urging it to part. Without hesitation, I complied, welcoming his finger into my mouth. My lips closed around it, gently sucking as my hands explored him through the fabric of his boxers. His response was immediate; he bit his lower lip, a guttural groan escaping as I slid the elastic waistband down, releasing him into the open.

Carlos pulled himself up in bed, pulling off his boxers on his way. His eyes wandered briefly to a spot just beyond me, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Panties off, baby," he commanded. With ease, he positioned himself at the centre of the bed, his legs parted invitingly.

Glancing swiftly behind me, my eyes landed on a mirror. Without hesitation, I followed his command, sliding my panties down, ensuring my reflection in the mirror granted him the view he deserved. Then, I gracefully crawled towards him, positioning myself between his legs with my knees slightly apart, my ass elevated in the air.

His cock rested against my lips. I moved in, sucking gently, as I looked up. He didn’t know where to look: his eyes flickered from the mirror down to my face to the mirror again. I moved my tongue up and down his shaft and then he finally looked away from the mirror and at me.

"You're beautiful," he breathed, his voice low and throaty. I blinked up at him, confused by his words. "So beautiful," he repeated. "The way you're looking at me, the way you're sucking me off. It's fucking beautiful."

I blushed, feeling shy and exposed under his gaze. I loved the way he looked at me, with such certainty and admiration. I loved that he saw me as something beautiful. Something worth saving. I parted my lips and slid my mouth around his shaft then pulled back, taking him as slowly as I could. He tilted his head and cried out, the vibration of his voice sending a shock of heat into my core.

I smiled up at him as I shifted, angling him so he was hitting the back of my throat.

"You like this?" He asked, a grin spreading across his face. I nodded, my head moving faster. "You're going to make me come in your mouth, aren't you?" I nodded again, my eyes locked onto his. His voice was low and commanding, his grip tight in my hair. I moaned around him, pleasure radiating through me as I felt him pulsating in my mouth.

My tights moved in the air, my pussy pulsating, crying for attention.

"Baby," he called. I looked up. "Touch yourself. But don't stop. You're doing so well."

I couldn't focus on anything else but what he was telling me to do. I reached down, feeling my wetness seep through my fingers. A moan slipped past my lips as I started stroking myself, faster and faster. My clit was throbbing, begging for attention. I glanced at Carlos, watching him struggle to keep control. He looked so strained, his body tense, his torso glistening with tiny droplets of sweat. He looked so fucking good.

"You're going to make me come, baby." He groaned, thrusting deeper into my mouth. I increased the speed of my movements, my head bobbing up and down on his shaft. I could feel him getting closer, the pulse in his cock growing faster and faster.

He came quickly, his cum filling my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed, my stomach muscles contracting as I drank down every last drop. He released my hair and lay in bed, his breathing erratic. "Come here."

"He—Where?"

"Here," he said like it was obvious. "Sit on my face."

For a second, I hesitated. But then he looked at me, his eyebrow pointing up, his tongue wandering between his lips and God, how, better, why would I say no? I complied, sinking down on top of him. His hands came up to my ass, spreading me open as he took my aching pussy into his mouth. And that was another thing I could never get used to. I gasped, my hands coming down to grip his hair, now tousled and sweaty. His tongue was wet and velvety as it flicked over my clit. I ground against him, my breathing becoming ragged.

"Come for me, baby," he murmured. He was a starved man. I was his precious meal. And how good it felt to me worshipped like that. "Come on my fucking tongue."

My body shook as I came hard, my pussy clenching tightly around his tongue. He kept going, licking and sucking until I was crying out in sheer ecstasy, my hands gripping the headrest, my knuckles turning white as the sensations overwhelmed me.

I lay sprawled on the bed, my legs still jerking, tingling with aftershocks of delight, my naked form glistening with a light sheen of sweat, utterly spent and exhilarated.

Carlos approached me, his nose touching mine, making me smile. “You were so good,” he whispered just before he pressed a slow, tender kiss against my lips. My mouth parted in anticipation of his, like always. My eyes drifted closed as I kissed him back.

“Happy birthday,” I said with drunken delight.

A small humm from him was the only response I got until I felt his hands pulling me to him, holding me close to his chest. A kiss on the forehead followed that, then another, this time on the top of my head.

His hands were warm where they trailed down my back.

And then I drifted to sleep.

There was a strange weight over my belly.

A warm stream of air against my skin, rhythmically kissing my ribs. The room was dark and warm, and my head hurt. A few morning sun rays seeped through the binds, wrapping the room in a warm yet slow yellow tint. I tried to move my leg, but it was wrapped in another body. And a smile emerged on my lips.

Slowly, I stretched my hand, the touch of his hair sending shivers down my spine. Heat flushed through me when my sleepy gaze fell on him. His back rose up in perfect curves, taut muscles rolling along his spine with every breath, like waves coming ashore. My tan glowed under his brown hair, which fell in soft strands against my chest. The curve of his torso disappeared at his waist, revealing a small hollow where he had curled up against me as if he belonged there—as if that moment was what life was all about.

Hearts beating so slowly.

A silence so full of a promise of peace and security in the uncertainty.

The previous days had been so full, so messy, so… scary.

And I was never a fan of sleeping like this, especially in the summer, but if it meant to wake up to that view, my mind could change.

I blinked awake, feeling disoriented and confused. Memories from last night swirled around in my head, jumbled and hazy, until my mind slowly pieced together what happened. A long dinner, a lot of wine. Messy kisses on the elevator, even messier in bed. Slowly, the memories coalesced into a coherent whole, and I realized that I was in Carlos' hotel room, our bodies naked and intertwined. I could feel the sheets beneath me, the weight of his body against me, the scent of sex and him, in an intoxicating mixture, pulling me back to sleep.

Silence stretched around.

The sound of his breath evened out, deep asleep.

It was hot, and the logical part of my mind urged me to get up, take a shower and remind Carlos of his commitments, but against reason, I resisted the urge. Instead, I lay there, gently tracing the short waves of his hair and basking in the sight of him peacefully sleeping on my chest.

And perhaps that is what life is all about, after all.

Our intimacy reverberated in the depths of that silence that didn’t need to be fulfilled. Felt right. The weight of his body shifted, relieving mine from the warmth and when my eyes met his, he was looking up at me, a soft lazy curve on his lips.

“You’re awake,” he murmured at some point, his voice barely audible.

“I am.”

Carlos leaned in, and our lips met in a slow, languid kiss. Each brush of our lips, a moment of pure vulnerability and adoration. The brush of his fingers on my cheeks, our legs intertwined, our bodies finding comfort against each other. Wafting through the atmosphere, the deep understanding that there was no better place we could be.

“You have to go get ready.”

Carlos hummed against my jawline, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my bare skin. "I set an alarm," he murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “Why you’re up so early? It’s like…” He stretched his arm to check the time on the nightstand. “6.30.”

“Time doesn’t make sense,” I hummed, a tired smile on my face. He chuckled softy. My fingers danced across his skin, the warmth and softness of it inviting my touch. They came to a rest at the nape of his neck, where delicate strands of hair brushed against my fingertips, silently urging me to thread them between my fingers. “And someone was crushing me.”

Carlos nuzzled closer, a playful smile gracing his lips. "I plead innocent. It's not my fault if you turned out to be irresistibly cuddly."

Feigning mock indignation, I swatted his arm gently. “Excuse me? Turned out? ”

His laughter bubbled forth, warm and rich, filling the room with its infectious energy. He then rolled to his side, and as my eyes fell on his barely disturbed pillow, I pondered whether we had drifted off like that or if he had moved during the night. Adjusting my position, I turned to face him.

“It’s quite nice to wake up like this, you know?” I admitted with a soft smile, my gaze locked onto his. Carlos’ chuckle danced in the air, playful and affectionate.

“Now… Excuse me! Actually nice? Were you doubting it?” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes that mirrored the lightness of our banter. “Have you seen me?”

“Oh, yes. I have.”

“So, why is it actually nice?”

“Because I thought it would be different. That I wouldn’t be so comfortable to be naked in bed with you. I mean, I saw you eat worms as a child—” A giggle left my lips. “And now I let those same lips kiss me.”

“Oh, baby, you let them do so much more. I can still taste you,” he said with a smirk, his hand travelling down to my ass and pushing me to him.

A soft laughter escaped my lips, a mixture of surprise and amusement. Carlos' playful response was exactly what I had come to expect from him. "Oh, now we're getting cheeky, are we?"

His smirk deepened, his fingers tracing a teasing pattern along the back of my thigh. My leg was now wrapped around his. "Well, you know me."

I shifted closer to him, my fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. "You're incorrigible."

The air between us was light, infused with a sense of ease that came so naturally when we were together. It was moments like these that I cherished the most—the unfiltered exchanges, the unspoken understanding, the unbreakable connection. His fingers traced patterns in my skin, mine stood still in his chest, the beating of his heart under my digits—a language of touch and glances that we had grown accustomed to without even noticing. The warmth of his body against mine, the intimacy of our shared space—it all felt so right, so beautifully intimate.

Carlos propped himself up on his elbow, his gaze tender yet searching. "You know, for what it's worth,” he began.

“Yes?”

“Waking up next to you feels... right," he admitted, his tone softening, his gaze holding mine. And then, as a contemplative expression crossed his features, he shifted his gaze to the window. "You know, I never expected this,” his voice tinged with a mixture of wonder and vulnerability. "I never thought we would ever fall on the same page. Either because I thought I didn’t deserve to be seen this way by you or because… I don’t know. I was so afraid of fucking up and losing you…"

His words settled like a gentle wave, each syllable a touch on my soul. The rawness in his voice stirred something within me, a connection that seemed to reach beyond words. His touch was warm on my skin, his words so low and his voice so rough, the timbre a caress that sorted through the depths of my emotions. I laid back in bed, my hands resting over my belly, in the spot where he had been asleep moments before. It was still warm.

"I couldn’t stop thinking about losing you. Until I did. And then I couldn’t stop dreaming about having you back. And then I saw you in the garage, at Mugello, and… it all came back, you know?” His eyes dropped to my chest, and then to my eyes. “The fear of letting you go," he confessed softly, his gaze unwavering.

The vulnerability in his words was a mirror to my own heart, an echo of the fears and doubts that had once haunted both of us. It almost felt too much.

"But then… The second you allowed me to get close enough, to look at you and truly see you…” He stretched his fingers and let his hand find the skin of my chest. Over my stern, he let his index wander, from my neck to my hands. “To feel you… This is not about losing. Is it?”

“It is not,” I replied, a small smile curving my lips.

His hand wandered to my side, his thumb tracing a gentle path over my breast. I looked down, admiring the way my body reacted to him—eager shivers, a symphony of sensations awakening in its trail. With every touch, it felt like being discovered anew. Each time he touched me, it felt like being touched for the very first time all over again.

“You have no idea how much I understand that,” I murmured, lifting my head from the pillow, my lips seeking his. He met me halfway, his head tilting to close the distance between us.

So mellow and slow. Warm and comforting. And lazy. Our kisses unfolded in unhurried movements, a languid exploration of each other's emotions. Time seemed to stretch and bend, because in that space, within the circle of his arms, we could afford to be lazy. Outside, the world was put on hold.

Carlos moved to hover over me, his frame settling in between my legs, shielding me from the sunlight rays seeping through the curtains. It was all him. And the lines of his stupidly handsome body and face, enhanced by the light hitting his back.

“I have a question,” I said, looking up at him.

The corner of his lips tugged up in a smirk, as he lowered himself to kiss my chin. “Not now, baby.”

“Yes, now, baby.”

He looked up. The lines of his face were disguised in the dark room. “I really would like to start this day inside you.” He ran his hand on my side, stopping at the back of my leg and guiding it around his waist. “Can we do that?”

“But that won’t answer my question.”

“That will make me very very very happy.” He kissed my chin, again. And then my cheek, my jaw, just below my ear. I exhaled, a stupid smile on my lips. Yeah, I had no chance against his tactics. My fingers moved on his biceps, tautening under my touch as he pressed his waist against me. “Can you feel how happy you make me?” he asked, his voice low and velvet smooth.

"Hmhm," I acknowledged. And he did it again, eyes locked on mine. A small moan escaped between my pressed lips and he chuckled, amused.

I shut my eyes as he moved his hips again, this time sliding against my slick folds. So close, yet so agonizing far. I could feel my own desire and the knowledge of it made my blood boil in my veins. I wanted him more than anything, and my body needed him just the same.

"Carlos," I begged, arching my back as he teased me mercilessly. "Please."

He chuckled softly, pushing himself up a little so that his lips could find mine. "Please what?" he asked, his voice a soft tease.

Make love to me. The words erupted from a very hidden corner of my mind, still lost in sleep and trapped in the fabric of dreams.

"Please," I repeated, this time a little louder. "I need you."

"I can see that," he replied, his voice low and serious. I opened my eyes to find him looking down, guiding his cock with one hand and using the other to move some strands of hair away from his face. "How are you so wet already, baby?"

How couldn’t I be?

I couldn't answer. All I could do was whimper as he teased me again, his tip sliding all the way through my slit, poking the entrance.

"You like being teased, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and sinful. "You like it so much that it’s a shame I can’t spend the whole day making you go crazy with it."

"Yes," I gasped, arching my back to get closer to him. He circled the entrance and I pressed my feet to the mattress, my head going back to the pillow as my body ached for him. "Please, Carlos."

"Okay, baby. I'm here," he said lowly, his voice a throaty whisper. He kissed me again, slowly but deeply. His tongue brushed against mine, my lips trapped between his teeth. "I'll make love to you."

The words were like a balm to my achy heart, a balm that soothed and healed. Carlos eased himself in slowly, a slow, torturous movement that made my entire body cry for him. And then out. Even more slowly. My hands moved to his shoulders, and then to his hair, urging him back. And when he was finally inside me again, I let out a long, trembling breath.

The slick, wet heat of us was heaven. His movements were slow and deliberate, a delicious torture that made me writhe uncontrollably beneath him.

"Austria," he breathed, his head hovering above mine as he moved his hips against me, burying himself deeper inside. I opened my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. "That's what made me go to Mugello."

A moan escaped my lips as he pushed even further, my back arching in response to the pleasure coursing through me. His eyes, filled with a burning desire, remained locked onto mine. "How? Why?" I managed to ask, my voice trembling with need.

"The fire," he confessed, his movements deliberate and sensual. His fingers slid through mine, our hands intertwining as he raised them above my head and thrust into me once more, the sensation more intense than before. "I didn't think about dying or getting hurt. All I could think about was you.” He moaned lowly, a fucking melody in my ears. “Your voice in my head."

I furrowed my brow, his words slowly registering in my desire-clouded mind. Sensations of pleasure and love pulsed through me as he continued to move, his gaze never leaving mine. He was taking his time, savouring every moment of our connection.

“Me?”

His grip on my fingers got stronger. “You.”

And then, in my cloudy mind, in the midst of all things I was feeling and desiring, the endless goodbyes we exchanged. His cologne mixed with rubber and oil, the sound of engines and rattle guns. The hugs at the airport, at home, before leaving and after arriving.

"Go race but don't die in there," I whispered, the words escaping my lips like a fervent prayer. He cracked a small, affectionate smile.

"Exactly that," he murmured against my lips. "And then, for a fraction of a second, I thought of dying. And how I wouldn't see you ever again."

I swallowed hard, the ache in my chest intensifying. My feelings seemed bigger than myself.

"I want to be with you."

Carlos's face softened at my words. "I want that, too, baby," he whispered, his voice full of love and tenderness, his chest pressing against mine as he caught my lips in a slow kiss, burying himself inside me once more.

And then he was moving faster, harder, and I was lost, lost in the waves of pleasure crashing over me and the idea of how I had found home. I was falling. No safety net, yet the wind in my face was greater than any safety I had ever known.

-

Minutes after climax, both of us still lost in post-sex bliss and in each other, Carlos’ alarm rang on the nightstand. The room was now more brightly lit, but our bodies were still languid and sated, lost in the cocoon of our intimate connection. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the strident symphony of the alarm.

"Think I've got time for a quick nap?" I inquired with a playful raise of my eyebrow.

Carlos let out a soft chuckle as he silenced the alarm. "You can sleep while I hit the shower," he suggested, his voice still husky. "And then you'll need to get up and start getting ready, or else we’ll be late."

Feeling the weight of exhaustion creeping in, I sighed deeply while sitting up in bed. I looked around. Last night was still a confusing puzzle in my mind. And then, it all came to clarity. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, suddenly realizing, "Rio has my key card."

"Why—How did that happen?"

"What do you mean, 'how'? He did the check-in, and I just dropped my bags here at the hotel and ran to the restaurant. I—Fuck. This is on you," I threw him a pillow.

Despite my efforts, he caught it quite easily. “How is this my fault?”

“You… seduced me in the elevator,” he laughed at my words, taking a hand to his belly.

Getting up, he threw me the pillow and walked to the closet, taking a robe out of there. To be honest, half my worries disappeared while he walked naked through the room, the view being distraction enough.

"Well,” he passed me the robe. “Rio's room is just across the hall. You can pop over there, grab the key card, and sort your stuff out. I can even go for you, if you want."

My anxiety spiked at the thought of such a direct confrontation. "You want me to just knock on my brother's door and say, 'Hi, I just spent the night with your best friend. Nice night overall, but now I need my stuff to get ready.’?"

Carlos pondered the situation for a moment before responding. “Yes.”

With a sigh and a reluctant nod, I accepted the robe. I wrapped it around me, the rush of nerves tugging around at the same time. Talking to my brother about last night wasn't something I was eager to do. If there was something good about having him moving soon out of the house, was the fact that never, in my whole life, had he encountered a guy leaving my room. But there was no avoiding it now, was it?

"Alright," I muttered, summoning my resolve. "I'll go get the key card and then I’ll get ready. We meet at breakfast. But if this turns into an awkward family moment, I'm blaming you."

Carlos chuckled, his voice a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. "I'll take full responsibility.” He picked up the second robe and dressed it. “It's not the end of the world, Eva. He’s done worse."

I gave him a wry smile, appreciating his attempt to ease my tension. "Easy for you to say," I quipped, heading towards the door. 

I mustered up the courage to walk across the hall and knock on Rio's door. Barefoot and with my hair tied in a terrible bun. It didn't take long before my brother answered, and the smirk on his face was undeniable.

"Eva, my dear sister," he said, his tone teasing. "Can’t say I wasn’t waiting for you."

"Cut it out, Fabrizio,” I moved in my feet. “Can I just get my key card?”

He feigned innocence. "Key card?”

“Come on, I need to go get ready.”

He raised an eyebrow, still grinning. "Oh, I'm sure you do.”

“Rio, I swear to God—” he interrupted me with a laugh while taking a step back and opening the door. My bags rested against his closet. I frowned. “How? Why?”

Rio's laughter rang through the room as I walked in to retrieve my bags. He leaned against the door frame, still chuckling. "Well, sis," he began, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I figured, why waste the money on a separate room for you when I knew you'd end up there anyway? Plus, it's been ages since I had a chance to tease you properly."

I shook my head in disbelief, simultaneously amused and annoyed by his antics. "I should've known you'd pull something like this."

He gave me an unapologetic grin. "What can I say? It's in my big brother's job description to embarrass you whenever possible.”

I rolled my eyes, but a fond smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "Alright, alright," I relented, grabbing my suitcase, purse and Carlos’ gift. "I'll see you at breakfast. And for the record, Carlos is a way better roommate than you."

Rio laughed heartily, waving me off as I headed back to Carlos' room. As I closed the door behind me, I couldn't help but shake my head at my brother's antics. On the other side of the hall, the door was closed. I knocked, hoping Carlos hadn’t yet stepped into the shower.

When he opened the door, his face broke into a grin, which quickly escalated into hearty laughter. “Guess it’s a sleepover, now,” I said.

He shrugged. “Good thing we get along well.”

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It was pandemonium on the Quidditch Pitch: Cedric Diggory had appeared at the front of the maze, his face white with terror and clutching the Triwizard Cup tightly in his hand. The crowd erupted in triumph, his fellow Hufflepuffs storming down from the stands to join their champion on the field, while Ludo Bagman declared him the winner of the Triwizard Tournament, though he sounded oddly disappointed with this result. Tom would have been disappointed too, if not for the numb horror spreading through him, his connection to Harry now distant and foggy, as though they were separated by a great, vast distance.

“Well, it’s a bit of a letdown,” Sirius was saying, his voice cutting through the panicked buzzing in Tom’s mind. “I thought for sure Harry would win – but we’ll see him in a few minutes.” He frowned, noting at last the look of horror on Tom’s face. “You alright, Tom?”

“Something’s wrong!” Tom exclaimed,  casting a quick Muffliato so that only Sirius could hear him – not that it mattered over the roar of the crowd. “It’s Harry. I can’t feel him in my mind. I don’t know where he is!”

“What?!” Sirius yelped. “That’s a thing you can do? Never mind, explain that later – what’s happened?”

“I don’t know!” Tom cried. “That’s the whole problem! I don’t know how, but he’s been – taken!”

“Let’s get down to the pitch,” Sirius decided, seizing his arm. “I’m sure they’ll notice he’s missing soon enough – Dumbledore will be able to find him. It’s going to be fine, Tom.”

It wasn’t going to be fine, Tom realised, as a sharp jolt of panic not his own rushed through him. On the one hand, it meant Harry was still alive. On the other, it meant whatever he was experiencing was terrifying enough that, like Voldemort’s when he was feeling particularly angry or gleeful, Harry’s emotions could make the long journey through their connection to him. It meant that Harry was fearful for his very life.

“Stop!” Tom could hear Diggory’s voice, loud and clear above the din, no doubt amplified via Sonorus. “Everyone, stop celebrating! It’s Harry, he’s – no, stop! Let go of my hand!”

Tom tore through the crowd, using his considerable height to make himself seen above the heads of the others, making his way to Diggory. “What’s happened?” he shouted. “Diggory, where’s Harry?”

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BJBMR: Present Your Work In A High-Impact Journal

The British Journal of Biomedical Research (BJBMR), with its high impact factor of 5.8, is an esteemed academic journal that provides a robust platform for researchers to publish their work and gain significant visibility within the biomedical research community. In this post, we will explore how BJBMR can elevate your research, expand your audience reach, and increase your recognition, while also boosting your citations, showcasing your research to global experts, and enhancing your professional profile. Whether you are an established researcher or a newcomer to the field, publishing in BJBMR can be a transformative step for your academic journey.

## Elevate Your Research’s Visibility

Publishing in a high-impact journal like BJBMR can significantly elevate the visibility of your research. With an impact factor of 5.8, BJBMR is widely regarded as one of the leading publications in biomedical research. This means your work will be viewed by a global network of scholars, practitioners, and decision-makers in the medical and scientific communities. A higher visibility can help you attract more collaborations, funding opportunities, and invitations to present your research at international conferences. By appearing in such a reputable journal, your work has the potential to reach a much larger audience, helping to amplify its influence in the field.

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BJBMR’s global reputation means that publishing in this journal allows you to connect with a broader academic audience, both within and outside your discipline. Researchers from various fields of biomedical science, including molecular biology, genetics, pharmacology, and clinical medicine, will have access to your work. This expanded reach is invaluable for interdisciplinary research, where ideas and insights from different scientific domains can intersect and foster innovation. By presenting your work in such a widely-read journal, you are more likely to make meaningful connections with scholars who share similar interests, thus broadening the impact of your research.

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A higher impact factor often correlates with a greater number of citations. BJBMR’s established reputation and widespread readership ensure that your research has a higher chance of being cited by other academics in their own work. Citations are a key indicator of the influence and impact of a research paper in the academic community. By publishing in BJBMR, you not only improve your work’s visibility but also increase its likelihood of being referenced in future research, thus improving your h-index and academic standing. This increased citation count contributes to the long-term impact of your research.

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BJBMR follows a rigorous peer-review process, ensuring that every article published is critically evaluated by experts in the field. This process helps enhance the credibility of your research, as it confirms the validity and reliability of your findings. Peer review not only serves to improve the quality of the article but also boosts the trustworthiness of the journal as a whole. As a researcher, having your work peer-reviewed by respected professionals in your field adds significant weight to your findings, increasing their acceptance and adoption by other researchers and practitioners.

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One of the key features of publishing in BJBMR is the ability to share your findings with a community of highly esteemed scholars. As a platform for cutting-edge biomedical research, BJBMR attracts thought leaders and experts in various fields. This opens up opportunities for intellectual exchange and potential collaborations that can take your research further. When you publish in BJBMR, your work is not just available to a wide audience but also placed in front of scholars who have the potential to provide valuable insights or take your research in new directions. This enhances your research’s impact and future prospects.

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## FAQs

### 1. What makes BJBMR a high-impact journal?

The British Journal of Biomedical Research (BJBMR) has a high impact factor of 5.8, indicating its significant influence in the field of biomedical research. The journal publishes high-quality, peer-reviewed research that is widely cited by other scholars, making it a highly respected platform for disseminating biomedical findings. Its rigorous selection process ensures only impactful studies are published, which enhances its credibility and visibility.

### 2. How do I submit my work to BJBMR?

To submit your work to BJBMR, visit the journal’s official website and follow their submission guidelines. These include details on manuscript formatting, required documents, and the submission portal. BJBMR accepts both original research articles and review papers. Be sure to include all necessary information and adhere to the journal’s style guide to ensure a smooth submission process.

### 3. What types of articles does BJBMR publish?

BJBMR publishes original research articles, review papers, clinical studies, case reports, and technical notes across various areas of biomedical science. Topics include molecular biology, genetics, immunology, pharmacology, medical research, and public health. The journal aims to provide a comprehensive platform for the latest advancements in biomedical research.

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Anthracene Market — Forecast(2024–2030)

Anthracene Market size is forecast to reach US$440.3 million by 2030, after growing at a CAGR of 4.1% during 2024–2030. Anthracene is a three-fused benzene ring solid polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbon (PAH) with the formula C14H10 and is often found in coal tar. Anthracene is extensively utilized in the manufacture of red dye alizarin, insecticides, anti-cancer agents, wood preservatives, organic light-emitting diodes, and more. The rapid growth in the number of cancer patients has increased the demand for anti-cancer agents. With cancer incidence on the rise, there is a consequential surge in the demand for anti-cancer agents, and anthracene plays a pivotal role in this context. Anthracene derivatives are integral components of various pharmaceuticals and therapeutic agents designed to combat cancer. As research and development in oncology intensify, anthracene’s significance as a key building block in anti-cancer drug formulations is amplifying. 

The market’s trajectory is intricately linked to advancements in cancer treatment, making anthracene a critical element in the pharmaceutical industry’s ongoing efforts to address the global cancer burden thereby, fueling the anthracene market growth. Another factor assisting the growth of the global anthracene market is the increasing production of coal tar. The anthracene market is benefiting from the escalating production of coal tar, a key source of anthracene. Increased coal tar output meets the rising demand for anthracene, particularly in the pharmaceutical and chemical sectors. Furthermore, the flourishing textile industry is also expected to drive the anthracene market substantially during the forecast period.

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Anthracene Market COVID-19 Impact

The COVID-19 outbreak had a significant effect on the agriculture, electronics, textile, and furniture industry. Due to this the demand for anthracene significantly reduced, which affected the overall market growth. According to the Vietnam Textile and Apparel Association (VITAS). Aside from restrictions, the textile industry faced plenty of issues, including production bottlenecks, fluctuating raw material prices, transportation issues, a scarcity of skilled workers, the sale of textile products, and reduced export/import orders. The COVID-19 pandemic caused significant disruptions in the textile industry, including production, exports, and logistics management. The first disruption occurred in production during the first quarter (Q1) of 2020 when China went into lockdown, causing shortages of materials. The second disruption in exports started in Q2 2020 when COVID-19 spread to the export destinations. As a result, these back-to-back disruptions badly affected the textile industry globally, resulting in a downdrift in anthracene market revenue.

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The report: “Anthracene Market — Forecast (2024–2030)”, by IndustryARC, covers an in-depth analysis of the following segments of the anthracene market.

By Application: Wood Preservatives, Pesticides (Insecticides, Herbicides, and Fungicides), Plasticizers, Drugs (Anti-Cancer Agent, Anti-Psoriatic Agent, and Others), Dyes & Coatings (Conformal Coating, Red Dye Alizarin, and Others), Electronics (Organic Light-Emitting Diodes, Transistors, Photovoltaic, and Others), scintillators, and Others.

By Geography: North America (USA, Canada, and Mexico), Europe (UK, Germany, France, Italy, Netherlands, Spain, Russia, Belgium, and Rest of Europe), Asia-Pacific (China, Japan, India, South Korea, Australia and New Zealand, Indonesia, Taiwan, Malaysia, and Rest of APAC), South America (Brazil, Argentina, Colombia, Chile, and Rest of South America), Rest of the World (Middle East, and Africa).

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Key Takeaways

● Asia-Pacific dominates the Anthracene market, owing to the expanding pharmaceutical, textile, and electronics industries in the region. Increasing per capita income coupled with the increasing population is the major factor that is driving the pharmaceutical, textile, and electronics industries in the region.

● Anthracene is expected to grow into a major market owing to its utility in identifying situations such as radiation leaks. Following the radiation leak in Japan, there has been an increase in demand for proper radiation leak-checking equipment at nuclear reactor sites all over the world. This is expected to boost the market for anthracene, which is used in scintillators as a luminescent material.

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Anthracene Market Segment Analysis — By Application

The dyes & coatings segment held the largest share in the anthracene market in 2023 and is forecasted to grow at a CAGR of 3.8% during 2024–2030, owing to the increasing demand for anthracene to manufacture conformal coating and red dye alizarin. Anthracene is colorless in nature but exhibits a blue fluorescence under ultraviolet light. Thus, it is used in the production of red dye alizarin and coatings. Anthracene is commonly used as a UV tracer in conformal coatings applied to printed circuit boards. The anthracene tracer permits UV inspection of the conformal coating. It’s one of the most important feedstocks for anthraquinone production. Vat dyes are a class of water-insoluble dyes that can be easily reduced to a water-soluble, usually colorless leuco form that readily impregnates fibers and textiles. Anthraquinone is a common and important raw material in the production of vat dyes. Their main characteristics are brightness and fastness. And such extensive application of anthracene in the dyes & coatings industry is estimated to fuel the anthracene market growth during the forecast period.

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Anthracene Market Segment Analysis — By Geography

Asia-Pacific region held the largest share in the anthracene market in 2023 up to 34% and is estimated to grow at a CAGR of 4.6% during 2024–2030, owing to the flourishing textile and printed circuit board industry in the region, which is accelerating the demand for anthracene in the region. India’s textile and apparel market was valued at US$108.5 billion in 2015 and is projected to rise to US$226 billion by 2023, with a compound annual growth rate of 8.7% between 2009 and 2023. The Government of India is strongly encouraging the manufacturing and usage of Printed circuit boards in the country. It has launched many initiatives such as ‘Make in India’, ‘Digital India’, and more. By easing the tax regime and lowering bureaucratic barriers, the government hopes to encourage manufacturers to set up more local plants in the country. This is expected to bring in a significant positive impact on the overall printed circuit board demand. Thus, the increasing demand for textiles and printed circuit boards in the region is set to drive the anthracene industry in Asia-Pacific during the forecast period.

Anthracene Market Drivers

Increasing Prevalence of Cancer Patients

The anthracene-9,10-dione (anthraquinone) derivatives are a particularly valuable class in the development of anticancer drugs. Since the discovery of these chemotypes, medicinal chemists have been drawn to anthracycline antibiotics because of their outstanding antitumor potency. Doxorubicin, mitoxantrone, and more recently epirubicin, idarubicin, and valrubicin are anthraquinone-based drugs that have been successfully used in the treatment of hematological and solid tumors. World Health Organization (WHO) says cancer is one of the leading causes of death worldwide. According to World Health Organisation 2023, An estimated 10 million people died from cancer worldwide, and there were 20 million new instances of the disease. Over the next 20 years, there will be a 60% rise in the cancer burden, placing additional strain on communities, individuals, and health systems. In low- and middle-income nations, the biggest increases in the global burden of cancer cases are expected to occur, with an estimated 30 million more cases worldwide by 2040. Due to this increase in the number of cancer patients the demand for anti-cancer agents will significantly increase, owing to which the Anthracene market will exhibit rapid growth over the forecast period.

Soaring Demand from the Agriculture Industry

Anthracene is extensively used in the agriculture sector as herbicides, insecticides, and fungicides. The world population is gradually increasing. With the population steadily growing, enough crops must be produced each year to provide food to people. And pesticides such as herbicides, insecticides, and fungicides play an important role in providing crops with the nutrients they need to grow and enhance crop yield. Thus, to improve the crop yield within the same area of arable lands and provide crops proper nutrients, pesticides are being extensively utilized during crop production. According to European Commission in March 2023, Italian rice is mostly grown in northern regions of Lombardy. Italy is the world’s only grower of types such as Arborio and Carnaroli that are most suitable for the popular Italian dish risotto. With the increasing crop production, there is an increasing demand for pesticides, which is driving the anthracene market in the agriculture sector.

Anthracene Market Challenges

Various Hazards Associated with Anthracene

If inhaled through contaminated air, anthracene has harmful effects on the body. The Occupational Safety and Health Administration’s (OSHA) Hazardous Substance List includes anthracene. When someone inhales it, their lungs are first and foremost damaged. If a person works at a hazardous waste site where polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAH) are disposed of, there is a high risk of inhaling anthracene and polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAH). Similarly, it can enter one’s body through foods and beverages. When a person’s skin comes into contact with creosote, roofing tar, heavy oils, or coal tar, as well as contaminated soil containing PAHs, there is a risk of exposure. Once inside the human body, the polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbon (PAH) can spread and target fat tissues. The kidneys, liver, and fat tissues in the human body may be affected. When people are exposed to it, it can harm their health by irritating their eyes, skin, and respiratory tract. When exposed to the environment, it can also cause fire and explosion. Thus, these hazards associated with anthracene are anticipated to hamper the anthracene market.

Anthracene Market Landscape

Technology launches, acquisitions, and R&D activities are key strategies adopted by players in the Anthracene market. Anthracene market top companies include:

1. Fisher Scientific

2. Tokyo Chemical Industry Co., Ltd.

3. CHEMOS GmbH & Co. KG

4. Santa Cruz Biotechnology, Inc.

5. Haihang Industry Co., Ltd.

6. Wego Chemical Group

7. Glentham Life Sciences

8. Spectrum Chemical

9. Merck KGaA

10. Henan Daken Chemical Co., Ltd.

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Protein Water Market: Analyzing Current Size, Share, and Growth Trends

The global protein water market size is expected to reach USD 1.38 billion by 2030, growing at a CAGR of 8.5% from 2024 to 2030, according to a new report by Grand View Research, Inc. The market is experiencing a surge in popularity driven by the latest trends in health and wellness. Consumers are increasingly turning to protein water as a convenient and functional beverage choice to support their active lifestyles.

Companies are pushing the boundaries with innovative flavor profiles to cater to diverse consumer preferences. Varieties such as exotic fruits, botanical infusions, and unique flavor combinations are captivating the market and attracting consumers seeking refreshing and enjoyable beverage experiences.

In line with these trends, prominent brands such as Protein2o are introducing protein water variants infused with functional ingredients like adaptogens and vitamin blends, catering to the evolving consumer preferences for wellness-enhancing beverages. Furthermore, collaborations between protein water brands and fitness events, such as the partnership between The Vita Coco Company's PWR LIFT brand and DEKA FIT races, are amplifying brand presence and promoting protein water as a go-to choice for post-workout hydration and recovery needs.

Warrior brand, owned by KBF Enterprises, introduced Warrior Protein Water in January 2024. Expanding on the success of its high-protein bars and supplements, Warrior launched a new beverage that combines hydration with a high protein content, featuring 10g of collagen peptides for additional benefits to skin, hair, and nails. The drink is offered in refreshing flavors like Tropical and Berry and is free from sugars and GMOs, catering to the preferences of both vegetarians and vegans. The nutraceutical drinks market is expected to grow further as brands continue to innovate in response to consumers' quest for convenient, healthy, and effective dietary solutions.

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Protein Water Market Report Highlights

Based on product, flavored protein water accounted for a market share of over 82% of the global revenues in 2023. The enticing fruit flavors and use of natural ingredients in these drinks align with the changing tastes of health-focused consumers, contributing to the growing popularity of these products. Flavors play a pivotal role in elevating the attractiveness of protein water as a delicious and invigorating option while also delivering vital nutrients for a well-rounded and healthy lifestyle

Based on distribution channel, the online segment is anticipated to grow at a CAGR of 9.9% from 2024 to 2030. The surge in demand is primarily propelled by the convenience of online shopping, providing consumers with access to a diverse range of products from the convenience of their homes. This resonates with busy lifestyles and the growing inclination towards e-commerce

The North American protein water market is expected to grow at a CAGR of 8.4% from 2024 to 2030. More people caring about their health mainly drive the market in the region. They want drinks that give extra health benefits, not just basic nutrition

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Ensuring Widespread Food Security Through Targeted Hunger Relief Programs with Lekevie Johnson

Food insecurity remains a pressing issue affecting millions globally, with vulnerable communities often bearing the brunt of inadequate access to nutritious meals. In response, targeted hunger relief programs play a crucial role in addressing this challenge by providing essential food support to those in need. For students eager to make a meaningful impact through community service, engaging in initiatives aimed at ensuring widespread food security can be both rewarding and impactful. This blog explores effective strategies and tips by community service supporters like Lekevie Johnson for students to contribute to hunger relief programs, fostering a more equitable and resilient society.

Understanding the Scope of Food Insecurity

Food insecurity encompasses a range of challenges, from insufficient access to affordable and nutritious food to uncertain availability due to economic hardships or natural disasters. Understanding the root causes and prevalence of food insecurity in local communities is essential for students aiming to address these issues effectively. By researching local demographics, collaborating with community organizations, and conducting needs assessments, students can identify target populations and tailor their efforts to maximize impact.

Community service enthusiasts such as Lekevie Johnson mention that raising awareness about food insecurity among peers and the broader community can help mobilize support and resources for hunger relief programs. Utilizing social media platforms, organizing awareness campaigns, and hosting educational workshops can foster empathy and inspire collective action in combating food insecurity.

Engaging in Volunteer Opportunities

Volunteering with established hunger relief organizations provides students with hands-on experience and direct involvement in addressing food insecurity. Whether sorting and distributing food donations, assisting with meal preparation at food banks, or participating in community outreach programs, students can play a vital role in ensuring the efficient delivery of food assistance to those in need. By volunteering regularly and building relationships within the organization, students can gain a deeper understanding of food distribution logistics and the impact of their contributions on community well-being.

Additionally, organizing food drives or fundraising events at schools and universities can mobilize peers and faculty to contribute to hunger relief efforts. Collaborating with local businesses, community centers, and religious institutions can amplify the impact of these initiatives as highlighted by community service supporters including Lekevie Johnson, resulting in increased donations and support for food-insecure individuals and families.

Advocating for Policy Change

Addressing food insecurity requires systemic change and policy advocacy to create sustainable solutions. Students can advocate for policy reforms at local, state, and national levels to improve access to nutritious food, strengthen food assistance programs, and address underlying causes of poverty and inequality. By researching existing policies, drafting proposals, and engaging in advocacy campaigns, students can amplify the voices of vulnerable communities and promote legislative measures that prioritize food security as a fundamental human right.

Furthermore, participating in advocacy groups, writing letters to policymakers, and attending public hearings or community forums can raise awareness about food insecurity issues and mobilize support for policy initiatives. Community service enthusiasts like Lekevie Johnson convey that by advocating for equitable food policies, students can contribute to creating a more just and inclusive society where all individuals have access to nutritious food and the resources they need to thrive.

Educating and Empowering Communities

Education plays a vital role in empowering individuals and communities to overcome food insecurity challenges. Students can leverage their knowledge and skills to educate community members about healthy eating habits, budgeting for nutritious meals, and accessing local food resources. Hosting nutrition workshops, cooking demonstrations, or gardening classes can equip individuals with practical skills and knowledge to make informed food choices and improve their overall well-being.

Additionally, partnering with schools, healthcare providers, and community organizations to integrate nutrition education into existing programs can promote long-term behavior change and empower individuals to take control of their food security. By fostering a culture of health and nutrition literacy, students can contribute to building resilient communities that are better equipped to address food insecurity and improve overall health outcomes.

Collaborating with Stakeholders

Effective collaboration with stakeholders is essential for implementing sustainable hunger relief programs and maximizing impact. Students can build partnerships with local government agencies, non-profit organizations, businesses, and academic institutions to leverage resources, expertise, and networks. By fostering collaboration, students can coordinate efforts, share best practices, and pool resources to enhance the effectiveness and reach of food security initiatives.

Furthermore, collaborating with grassroots organizations and community leaders allows students to gain valuable insights into local needs and priorities, ensuring that hunger relief efforts are responsive and culturally sensitive. By engaging in dialogue, listening to diverse perspectives, and respecting community voices as pointed out by community service supporters such as Lekevie Johnson, students can foster trust, build meaningful relationships, and promote collective action towards achieving food security goals.

Students play a vital role in ensuring widespread food security through targeted hunger relief programs. By understanding the scope of food insecurity, engaging in volunteer opportunities, advocating for policy change, educating and empowering communities, and collaborating with stakeholders, students can make a meaningful impact in addressing this critical issue. Through their dedication, empathy, and commitment to service, students contribute to creating a more equitable society where all individuals have access to nutritious food and the opportunity to lead healthy and fulfilling lives. By taking proactive steps and leveraging their skills and passion, students can inspire positive change and make a lasting difference in their communities and beyond.

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Introduction

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The Power of iSOV Products

iSOV stands out in the beauty industry with a commitment to quality, efficacy, and innovative formulations. Each product is carefully crafted to address specific skin concerns while promoting overall skin health. Let’s dive deeper into some of their key offerings.

iSOV Intensive Neck Care Kit

The neck area is often overlooked in skincare routines, but it’s just as susceptible to aging as the face. The iSOV Intensive Neck Care Kit is designed specifically for this delicate area, providing intense hydration and reducing the appearance of fine lines. This kit typically includes:

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Achieving a bright, even complexion is a common skincare goal. The iSOV Brightening Cream Mask is an intensive treatment that infuses your skin with radiance-enhancing ingredients, helping to reduce dark spots and uneven skin tone. When paired with the iSOV Vita C 25 Ampoule, which contains a high concentration of Vitamin C, you can amplify your skin’s brightness and vitality.

Hydration Heroes: iSOV Hyaluron Aqua Serum & iSOV Skin Hydration Azulene Care Toner

Hydration is key to maintaining healthy skin. The iSOV Hyaluron Aqua Serum provides deep moisture, thanks to its high hyaluronic acid content. This lightweight serum absorbs quickly, leaving your skin plump and radiant.

For an added hydration boost, the iSOV Skin Hydration Azulene Care Toner helps balance your skin’s moisture levels while calming irritation. This toner is perfect for those with sensitive skin or anyone looking to maintain optimal hydration.

Advanced Serums: iSOV Blue Energy HD Serum & iSOV Time Reset HD Serum

The iSOV Blue Energy HD Serum is packed with powerful antioxidants, revitalizing tired skin and providing an instant boost of energy. This serum works wonders for anyone facing the daily stress of modern life.

On the other hand, the iSOV Time Reset HD Serum focuses on anti-aging. It helps reduce the appearance of wrinkles and fine lines, promoting a more youthful complexion. When used consistently, both serums can transform your skincare routine, enhancing your skin’s overall health.

iSOV Blue Energy HD Serum

Main Benefits: Energizes and revitalizes the skin.

Key Ingredients: Typically includes antioxidants, vitamins, and hydrating agents.

Target Concerns: Dullness, fatigue, and signs of stress on the skin.

Texture: Lightweight, easily absorbed.

Usage: Suitable for daily use, often recommended for morning application to boost radiance.

iSOV Time Reset HD Serum

Main Benefits: Focuses on anti-aging and skin rejuvenation.

Key Ingredients: Often features peptides, retinol, and other restorative compounds.

Target Concerns: Fine lines, wrinkles, loss of firmness, and uneven skin tone.

Texture: Richer consistency for deeper hydration.

Usage: Typically used in the evening, allowing for overnight repair and renewal.

Both serums are designed to complement each other and enhance overall skin health!

Multi-Vitamin Boost: iSOV Multi Vitamin C & B HD Serums

Vitamin-infused products are essential for a balanced skincare regimen. The iSOV Multi Vitamin C HD Serum brightens and protects your skin from environmental damage, while the iSOV Multi Vitamin B HD Serum hydrates and nourishes. Together, these serums create a powerhouse duo that enhances your skin’s vitality.

Calming Care: iSOV Complex Calming Serum & iSOV Anti-Wrinkle Eye Mask

For those prone to redness or irritation, the iSOV Complex Calming Serum is a game changer. It soothes and calms inflamed skin, providing immediate relief.

Lash Extensions with Style

In addition to skincare, iSOV also offers beauty solutions like classic full set lashes and full set classic eyelash extensions. These lash extensions enhance your natural beauty, providing a more voluminous and defined look. With various lash extensions styles available, you can choose a look that perfectly complements your personality and features.

The Role of iSOV 02 Snow Bubble Activator

The iSOV 02 Snow Bubble Activator is an innovative product that works in tandem with other skincare treatments. It enhances product absorption, allowing your skin to benefit from the active ingredients more effectively. This activator can be a game changer in maximizing your skincare results.

iSOV 02 Snow Bubble Activator

Main Function: Enhances the absorption of other skincare products.

Key Ingredients: Typically includes oxygen-boosting compounds and hydrating agents.

Mechanism: Creates a “bubble” effect that helps to deliver active ingredients deeper into the skin.

Benefits:

Increases skin hydration levels.

Promotes a plump and radiant appearance.

Supports skin barrier function.

Usage: Often used as a pre-serum or primer for enhanced efficacy of subsequent products.

Skin Type Suitability: Generally suitable for all skin types, particularly beneficial for dull or tired skin.

This activator is designed to amplify the effects of your skincare routine!

Nighttime Nourishment: iSOV Night and Peel Cream

For those looking to rejuvenate their skin overnight, the iSOV Night and Peel Cream offers gentle exfoliation and hydration. This cream works while you sleep, helping to renew your skin’s surface and improve texture, so you wake up with a radiant glow.

Skin Brightening & Hydration: iSOV Skin Brightening Act Serum

pH Balance & Cleansing: iSOV pH Balance Pure Cleansing Oil

A proper cleansing routine is fundamental for healthy skin. The iSOV pH Balance Pure Cleansing Oil is designed to gently remove impurities without stripping your skin of its natural oils. This product maintains your skin’s pH balance, making it perfect for all skin types.

Conclusion

Investing in a comprehensive skincare routine with iSOV Azulene Care products can lead to remarkable improvements in skin health and appearance. Whether you’re targeting hydration, brightening, or anti-aging, there’s an iSOV product tailored to meet your needs. By incorporating these high-quality products, you’ll be well on your way to achieving that coveted glow.

Explore the transformative power of iSOV’s product line and embrace the journey to healthier, more radiant skin. Don’t forget to check out the latest offerings and innovations from iSOV Skin Boosting Act Serum to keep your skincare routine fresh and effective!

FAQ

What is iSOV? iSOV is a skincare brand dedicated to providing innovative and effective products tailored to address specific skin concerns, enhancing overall skin health.

2. What products does iSOV offer? iSOV offers a wide range of products, including intensive neck care, brightening creams, hydrating serums, anti-aging solutions, and calming treatments, among others.

3. What is included in the iSOV Intensive Neck Care Kit? The iSOV Intensive Neck Care Kit typically includes a nourishing cream, a firming serum, and a hydrating mask designed to improve elasticity and reduce fine lines in the neck area.

4. How does the iSOV Brightening Cream Mask work? The iSOV Brightening Cream Mask is formulated with radiance-enhancing ingredients that help reduce dark spots and promote an even skin tone for a brighter complexion.

5. What are the benefits of the iSOV Hyaluron Aqua Serum? The iSOV Hyaluron Aqua Serum provides deep hydration due to its high hyaluronic acid content, leaving skin plump and radiant.

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Unlock Radiant, Youthful Eyes with Caffeine Eye Mask and Vita C Skincare

The delicate skin around our eyes often shows the first signs of aging, stress, and fatigue. Dark circles, puffiness, and fine lines can make us look tired and older than we feel. Fortunately, the combination of caffeine eye masks and vitamin C skincare products can rejuvenate and brighten this sensitive area, providing long-term healthy skin. In this guide, we’ll explore the benefits of these products and how to incorporate them into your skincare routine for optimal results.

The Power of Caffeine Eye Masks

Eye masks reusable are a popular solution for reducing puffiness and dark circles under the eyes. These masks are infused with caffeine, a potent antioxidant that stimulates circulation, reduces inflammation, and constricts blood vessels. This helps to alleviate puffiness and brighten the under-eye area, giving you a more awake and refreshed appearance.

Reusable Eye Mask Patches

Reusable eye mask patches are an eco-friendly and cost-effective alternative to disposable masks. Made from durable materials, these patches can be used multiple times, making them a sustainable choice for your skincare routine. Reusable eye masks are designed to fit comfortably under the eyes and can be infused with your favorite serums or creams for enhanced benefits.

Eye Masks Reusable

Investing in reusable eye masks not only benefits the environment but also ensures you always have a reliable tool for your skincare needs. These masks can be easily cleaned and stored, ready for use whenever you need a quick pick-me-up for your under-eye area.

Reusable Under Eye Mask

Reusable under-eye masks are versatile and can be used with various skincare products, including caffeine-infused serums and creams. This flexibility allows you to customize your treatment based on your skin’s needs, whether you’re looking to reduce puffiness, hydrate, or brighten your under-eye area.

The Magic of Vitamin C Eye Masks

Vitamin C is a powerhouse ingredient in skincare, known for its brightening and anti-aging properties. Vitamin C eye masks combine the benefits of this potent antioxidant with the convenience of targeted treatment, making them an excellent addition to your skincare routine.

Vitamin C Eye Masks

Vitamin C eye masks are designed to brighten and firm the delicate skin around the eyes. They work by neutralizing free radicals, stimulating collagen production, and reducing the appearance of dark circles and fine lines. Regular use of vitamin C eye masks can leave your under-eye area looking more youthful and radiant.

Vitamin C Serums for Glowing Skin

Vitamin C serums are a must-have in any skincare routine. They are highly concentrated with active ingredients, allowing them to penetrate deeply into the skin and deliver powerful benefits.

Best Vitamin C Serum

The best vitamin C serum will contain a stable form of vitamin C, such as L-ascorbic acid, and additional antioxidants to enhance its efficacy. Look for serums that are free from harmful additives and preservatives, ensuring that your skin receives the purest form of vitamin C.

Vita C

Vita C is a premium vitamin C serum known for its high potency and effectiveness. This serum is formulated to brighten the skin, reduce hyperpigmentation, and improve overall skin texture. Regular use of Vitamin C Facial Cleanser can result in a more even skin tone and a radiant complexion.

Vitamin C Cleansers for Radiant Skin

Cleansing is a crucial step in any skincare routine, and using a vitamin C cleanser can amplify the benefits of your regimen.

Vitamin C Cleanser

A vitamin C cleanser helps to remove impurities, makeup, and excess oil while delivering the brightening benefits of vitamin C. It prepares your skin for the next steps in your routine, ensuring that your serums and moisturizers are absorbed more effectively.

Vitamin C Facial Cleanser

Vitamin C facial cleansers are designed to be gentle yet effective, making them suitable for daily use. They work to cleanse the skin without stripping it of its natural oils, leaving your complexion fresh and hydrated.

Vitamin C Skin Care Products

Incorporating a range of vitamin C skincare products into your routine can provide comprehensive benefits. From cleansers to serums to moisturizers, vitamin C products can help to brighten, firm, and protect your skin from environmental damage.

Vit C Brightening Cleanser

The Vit C brightening cleanser is specifically formulated to enhance skin radiance. It contains a blend of vitamin C and other brightening agents that work together to improve skin tone and texture. This cleanser is ideal for those looking to achieve a luminous, glowing complexion.

Achieving Long-Term Healthy Skin

Consistency is key when it comes to skincare. To see long-term benefits, it’s essential to use your products regularly and follow a comprehensive routine.

Morning Routine

1. Cleanse: Start with a vitamin C facial cleanser to remove impurities and prepare your skin for the day.

2. Tone: Use a gentle toner to balance your skin’s pH.

3. Serum: Apply a vitamin C serum to brighten and protect your skin.

4. Moisturize: Follow with a lightweight moisturizer to keep your skin hydrated.

5. Sunscreen: Protect your skin from UV damage with a broad-spectrum sunscreen.

Evening Routine

1. Cleanse: Remove makeup and impurities with a vitamin C cleanser.

2. Tone: Use a toner to refresh your skin.

3. Eye Mask: Apply a caffeine eye mask or reusable under-eye mask for targeted treatment.

4. Serum: Use a hydrating serum to nourish your skin overnight.

5. Moisturize: Apply a rich moisturizer to lock in hydration and repair your skin as you sleep.

Conclusion

Incorporating caffeine eye masks and vitamin C skincare products into your routine can transform your complexion, providing both immediate and long-term benefits. By using high-quality, reusable products, you can achieve brighter, more youthful-looking skin while contributing to a more sustainable skincare routine.

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Sun, Silver Screens, and Stardom: A Look at Cannes' History and Allure for Film Festivals

Sun, Silver Screens, and Stardom: A Look at Cannes' History and Allure for Film Festivals Cannes, nestled along the sparkling French Riviera, evokes images of red carpets, glamorous celebrities, and cinematic masterpieces. But the allure of Cannes as a global center for film extends far beyond its contemporary glitz. Unveiling the city's rich history and the factors that make it the perfect stage for prestigious film festivals like Cannes unlocks the magic behind this annual cinematic spectacle. From Humble Beginnings to Festival Hub: A Riviera Town's Transformation Cannes' story as a film festival destination has its roots in the pre-war era. In the 1930s, several European countries, including Italy, boasted established film festivals. France, however, lacked a similar platform to showcase its burgeoning cinematic talent. This desire to compete with Italy's Venice Film Festival is largely credited with the birth of the Cannes Film Festival. The inaugural edition, however, was marred by World War II. Following the war's conclusion, the French government, along with film professionals, revived the festival in 1946. The idyllic setting of Cannes, bathed in sunshine and boasting a burgeoning tourist industry, proved to be a perfect choice. Luxury hotels provided opulent accommodation for celebrities, while the picturesque beaches offered a glamorous backdrop for the event. The Palais des Festivals: A Stage Fit for Silver Screen Dreams The creation of a dedicated venue specifically designed for the festival further solidified Cannes' position as a film hub. The Palais des Festivals et des Congrès, inaugurated in 1941, became the heart of the festival. This grand structure, overlooking the azure Mediterranean, housed screening rooms, exhibition spaces, and red-carpeted walkways – everything needed to elevate the festival experience. Beyond Location: Fostering Collaboration and Cultural Exchange Cannes' appeal goes beyond its idyllic setting and luxurious amenities. The festival has a long-standing tradition of promoting international collaboration within the film industry. It provides a platform for filmmakers from across the globe to showcase their work, fostering cultural exchange and artistic dialogue. The prestigious Palme d'Or, the festival's highest honor, is a coveted prize, attracting international submissions and ensuring a diverse array of films compete for recognition. The Star Power Factor: Cannes and the Glamour of Celebrity Culture The presence of A-list celebrities adds another layer to Cannes' allure. The festival attracts renowned actors, directors, and industry personalities, transforming the event into a star-studded spectacle. The red carpet arrivals, the dazzling outfits, and the paparazzi frenzy create a media circus that amplifies the festival's global reach and generates immense publicity for the films in competition. Economic Impact: A Boon for Tourism and International Recognition The Cannes Film Festival is not just a cultural event; it's a significant economic driver for the region. The influx of tourists, filmmakers, and media personnel generates substantial revenue for the city's hotels, restaurants, and luxury businesses. Furthermore, the global media attention shines a spotlight on Cannes, promoting it as a premier tourist destination. A Legacy of Cinematic Excellence: Cannes and the Future of Film Over the decades, the Cannes Film Festival has established itself as a prestigious platform for launching the careers of filmmakers and propelling iconic movies into the global spotlight. From classics like "La Dolce Vita" to contemporary masterpieces like "Parasite," the festival has played a pivotal role in shaping the landscape of world cinema. Looking ahead, Cannes is likely to remain a coveted destination for film festivals. The city's commitment to cinematic excellence, its luxurious setting, and the star power it attracts all contribute to its enduring allure. As the world of cinema continues to evolve, Cannes will undoubtedly adapt and remain a stage where cinematic dreams are born, celebrated, and shared with the world. Read the full article

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Jumping Ahead

Nicky didn’t like Marcus so close on his heels.  No matter how politely it was phrased that his Ghiberti cousin was escorting him back home, at the maestro’s request, it felt more like being fetched.  The fact that he was being fetched back to his own home intensified the suggestion that he was a child about to be punished.  It was, as far as Nicky was concerned, a sign that Enrico had overstayed his welcome and despite whatever under the table gentleman’s agreement they had in play, the contract needed to be re-negotiated.

Maestro Enrico was very likely at that same conclusion, a realization that soured Nicky’s mood even further and by the time he and Marcus pushed into Nicky’s sprawling estate, Nicky was very close to shooting someone.  He had the presence of mind to note that the house was near empty.  Normally there was one of his staff posted at the entrances, ready to anticipate the return of the house’s master.  Or at least there to welcome guests that had made it their home while said master was away.  It was a bad sign that not a single kine cousin was seen anywhere once he put foot upon his own domain.

A ghost twisted into view as Nicky and Marcus both stalked into the foyer.  It wailed its message, painfully giving the words it had been ordered to repeat before collapsing upon itself back across the Shroud.  “The Maestro waits.  Waits for you.  The great hall.”

There were few places where a formal audience would take place.  Even in a house this large.  The wraith messenger was a show piece, a circus act to remind everyone who was in charge and what was permissible within Enrico’s domain.  

Marcus waited for Nicky to lead the way and so he did.  With a snarl.

Whatever family had not been present in the halls and sitting rooms when Nicky first arrived home were gathered in the empty echoing great hall.  They were all Ghiberti and all in uniform, scattered about in small clusters, breaking off their low conversations to see their cousins enter.  Only a few were full Kindred, but Nicky wouldn’t bet against every beating heart among them to be amplified by Kindred vitae, either in full status Proxy or as a thrall.  This was Enrico’s personal unit of Ghiberti soldiers, the ones that didn’t hire out, but ran operations directly from the hand of the maestro himself.

There wasn’t a single black clad servant among them save for one, sprawled on the floor in front of the sitting maestro as if someone had dropped the body without care or respect.  Despite the modest maid’s dress, cuffs and collar of starched white, that spill of golden hair on the floor told him it wasn’t any of his staff.  Not exactly.  She lay motionless not because she was dead, but because of the ragged splinter of wood sunk deep in her chest.

The room was deadly silent as Nicky came within arm’s reach of the body, giving her a single glance before turning his attention to his uncle.

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BJBMR: Present Your Work In A High-Impact Journal

The British Journal of Biomedical Research (BJBMR), with its high impact factor of 5.8, is an esteemed academic journal that provides a robust platform for researchers to publish their work and gain significant visibility within the biomedical research community. In this post, we will explore how BJBMR can elevate your research, expand your audience reach, and increase your recognition, while also boosting your citations, showcasing your research to global experts, and enhancing your professional profile. Whether you are an established researcher or a newcomer to the field, publishing in BJBMR can be a transformative step for your academic journey.

## Elevate Your Research’s Visibility

Publishing in a high-impact journal like BJBMR can significantly elevate the visibility of your research. With an impact factor of 5.8, BJBMR is widely regarded as one of the leading publications in biomedical research. This means your work will be viewed by a global network of scholars, practitioners, and decision-makers in the medical and scientific communities. A higher visibility can help you attract more collaborations, funding opportunities, and invitations to present your research at international conferences. By appearing in such a reputable journal, your work has the potential to reach a much larger audience, helping to amplify its influence in the field.

## Expand Your Academic Audience Reach

BJBMR’s global reputation means that publishing in this journal allows you to connect with a broader academic audience, both within and outside your discipline. Researchers from various fields of biomedical science, including molecular biology, genetics, pharmacology, and clinical medicine, will have access to your work. This expanded reach is invaluable for interdisciplinary research, where ideas and insights from different scientific domains can intersect and foster innovation. By presenting your work in such a widely-read journal, you are more likely to make meaningful connections with scholars who share similar interests, thus broadening the impact of your research.

## Gain Recognition in Your Field

One of the primary benefits of publishing in BJBMR is the recognition you can gain within your field. The journal is known for its rigorous peer-review process and high-quality content, ensuring that only the most impactful research is published. By having your work accepted into such a prestigious journal, you are positioning yourself as a thought leader in the biomedical research community. This recognition can lead to invitations for speaking engagements, increased academic networking opportunities, and collaborations with top researchers and institutions. The recognition you gain from publishing in BJBMR can serve as a stepping stone for further career advancement.

## Strengthen Your Professional Research Profile

Publishing in a high-impact journal like BJBMR contributes significantly to strengthening your professional research profile. It demonstrates your commitment to contributing to the advancement of biomedical science while showcasing your expertise in the field. Such publications also serve as valuable additions to your curriculum vitae (CV), making you stand out to potential employers, academic institutions, and research funding agencies. For postdoctoral researchers, faculty members, and PhD candidates, having work published in a renowned journal can be pivotal in securing competitive grants, job opportunities, and tenure-track positions.

## Boost Citations for Your Work

A higher impact factor often correlates with a greater number of citations. BJBMR’s established reputation and widespread readership ensure that your research has a higher chance of being cited by other academics in their own work. Citations are a key indicator of the influence and impact of a research paper in the academic community. By publishing in BJBMR, you not only improve your work’s visibility but also increase its likelihood of being referenced in future research, thus improving your h-index and academic standing. This increased citation count contributes to the long-term impact of your research.

## Showcase Research to Global Experts

One of the most significant advantages of publishing in BJBMR is the opportunity to have your work showcased to global experts in biomedical research. The journal attracts top-tier scholars and researchers from universities, research institutions, and healthcare organizations worldwide. By publishing in this journal, your work will be accessible to professionals who are at the forefront of medical and scientific breakthroughs. This exposure provides opportunities for feedback, collaboration, and the possibility of your research influencing major developments in the field. Additionally, sharing your findings with such experts can lead to valuable constructive criticism, enhancing the quality and impact of your work.

## Enhance Credibility with Peer Review

BJBMR follows a rigorous peer-review process, ensuring that every article published is critically evaluated by experts in the field. This process helps enhance the credibility of your research, as it confirms the validity and reliability of your findings. Peer review not only serves to improve the quality of the article but also boosts the trustworthiness of the journal as a whole. As a researcher, having your work peer-reviewed by respected professionals in your field adds significant weight to your findings, increasing their acceptance and adoption by other researchers and practitioners.

## Share Findings with Top Scholars

One of the key features of publishing in BJBMR is the ability to share your findings with a community of highly esteemed scholars. As a platform for cutting-edge biomedical research, BJBMR attracts thought leaders and experts in various fields. This opens up opportunities for intellectual exchange and potential collaborations that can take your research further. When you publish in BJBMR, your work is not just available to a wide audience but also placed in front of scholars who have the potential to provide valuable insights or take your research in new directions. This enhances your research’s impact and future prospects.

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## FAQs

### 1. What makes BJBMR a high-impact journal?

The British Journal of Biomedical Research (BJBMR) has a high impact factor of 5.8, indicating its significant influence in the field of biomedical research. The journal publishes high-quality, peer-reviewed research that is widely cited by other scholars, making it a highly respected platform for disseminating biomedical findings. Its rigorous selection process ensures only impactful studies are published, which enhances its credibility and visibility.

### 2. How do I submit my work to BJBMR?

To submit your work to BJBMR, visit the journal’s official website and follow their submission guidelines. These include details on manuscript formatting, required documents, and the submission portal. BJBMR accepts both original research articles and review papers. Be sure to include all necessary information and adhere to the journal’s style guide to ensure a smooth submission process.

### 3. What types of articles does BJBMR publish?

BJBMR publishes original research articles, review papers, clinical studies, case reports, and technical notes across various areas of biomedical science. Topics include molecular biology, genetics, immunology, pharmacology, medical research, and public health. The journal aims to provide a comprehensive platform for the latest advancements in biomedical research.

### 4. How does publishing in BJBMR benefit my academic career?

Publishing in BJBMR can significantly enhance your academic career by increasing the visibility of your research, strengthening your professional profile, and expanding your network within the biomedical research community. Additionally, it can lead to greater citation of your work, recognition from peers, and potential collaboration opportunities, all of which contribute to career advancement.

### 5. How long does the peer-review process take at BJBMR?

The peer-review process at BJBMR typically takes several weeks, depending on the complexity of the submission and the availability of reviewers. The journal is known for its thorough and impartial review process, ensuring that only high-quality and scientifically valid research is published. Authors are notified of the review outcomes and may be asked to make revisions before final acceptance.

## Conclusion

Publishing in the British Journal of Biomedical Research (BJBMR) offers numerous benefits for researchers looking to advance their careers and elevate the visibility of their work. With its high impact factor of 5.8, BJBMR provides a platform that amplifies your research’s reach, boosts citations, and enhances your professional profile. By engaging with a global audience of top-tier scholars and benefiting from rigorous peer review, you can significantly enhance the credibility and influence of your work. BJBMR is more than just a publication outlet; it’s an opportunity to gain recognition, collaborate with leading experts, and contribute meaningfully to the future of biomedical research.

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Powering Progress: Exploring Delhi’s Top 9 Electronics & Electrical Appliances Manufacturers

Delhi, India’s vibrant capital, is not only a hub for history and culture but also a powerhouse for manufacturing excellence. Within this dynamic landscape, numerous electronics and electrical appliances manufacturers are leading the charge with innovation, quality, and commitment to their customers. But with so many options, choosing the right partner can be a daunting task. Worry not! This article will guide you through Delhi’s top 9 electronics and electrical appliances manufacturers, highlighting their strengths and specialties to help you make an informed decision.

1. Summercool – Home Appliance Haven:

Summercool, an ISO-certified giant, stands tall as a leading manufacturer of home appliances in Delhi. They boast a diverse range of products, from refrigerators and washing machines to fans and air conditioners, all known for their exceptional quality and durability. With a focus on affordability and continuous product upgrades, Summercool caters to a wide range of consumer needs, making them a trusted household name.

2. Elpar Electricals Pvt Ltd – Lighting the Way:

Elpar Electricals, based in Delhi’s Mohan Cooperative Industrial Estate, has carved a niche in the lighting industry. Renowned for their energy-efficient and innovative LED lighting solutions, they cater to both residential and commercial spaces. Their commitment to sustainability and cutting-edge technology makes them a responsible and forward-thinking choice for your lighting needs.

3. Rajdhani Cables – Wiring the Nation:

Rajdhani Cables, with their extensive product portfolio encompassing fans, exhaust fans, switches, and other electrical appliances, has established itself as a reliable force in Delhi’s manufacturing scene. They prioritize flawlessness in performance and design, ensuring their products offer both functionality and aesthetic appeal. Whether you’re building a new home or renovating your existing space, Rajdhani Cables provides the essential electrical components to keep your life seamlessly powered.

4. JVS Enterprises – Entertainment Amplified:

JVS Enterprises, located in Noida, caters to the ever-growing demand for consumer electronics. Their primary focus lies on televisions, speakers, and home theaters, offering a variety of options to match different budgets and preferences. With a reputation for high-quality sound and sleek designs, JVS Enterprises elevates your entertainment experience, allowing you to immerse yourself in movies, music, and games like never before.

5. Star Shine Pumps Pvt Ltd – Water Flow Experts:

Star Shine Pumps, operating from Avantika Rohini Sector 1, specializes in water pumps for various applications. They offer submersible pumps, centrifugal pumps, and solar water pumps, ensuring efficient and reliable water flow for domestic, agricultural, and industrial purposes. Their dedication to quality and innovation makes them a go-to source for water pumping solutions in Delhi and beyond.

6. IMPULSA – Powering Industries:

IMPULSA, based in Sector-4 Bawana, focuses on manufacturing industrial-grade electrical enclosures and switchboards. Their products are known for their robustness, safety, and compliance with international standards. Whether you require enclosures for power distribution, control panels, or instrumentation, IMPULSA delivers reliable solutions that cater to diverse industrial needs.

7. Vita Electrical – Safety First:

Vita Electrical, located in Gali No 10 Anand Parbat, prioritizes electrical safety with their wide range of electrical switches, sockets, and distribution boards. Their commitment to using fire-resistant materials and adhering to stringent safety regulations ensures peace of mind for both residential and commercial users. Vita Electrical’s products offer reliable performance and enhanced safety measures, safeguarding your electrical systems.

8. Globe Enterprises – Fans for Every Season:

Globe Enterprises, situated in Sector 1 Bawana, specializes in manufacturing ceiling fans, table fans, and exhaust fans. With a focus on energy efficiency and affordability, they offer a diverse range of options to suit various budgets and cooling needs. Whether you’re looking for a sleek and modern design or a powerful and functional fan, Globe Enterprises has the perfect solution to keep you cool and comfortable.

9. Hapax (Brand Of Heyansh Traders) – Innovation in Design:

Hapax, operating from Sector 1 Bawana, stands out for its innovative and design-centric approach to home appliances. Their product range includes air purifiers, water dispensers, and kitchen appliances, each boasting unique features and sleek aesthetics. Hapax caters to the modern consumer who seeks both functionality and style, making their products a perfect addition to contemporary homes.

Conclusion:

Delhi’s electronics and electrical appliances manufacturing landscape is brimming with potential. This diverse set of manufacturers, each with its unique strengths and specializations, caters to a wide range of needs and budgets. By understanding their offerings and values, you can make an informed decision that aligns with your specific requirements. So, embark on your journey to find the perfect partner, and power your life with the best that Delhi’s manufacturing giants have to offer!

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