The morning sun shone through, Gulianna slowly stirred awake mentally scolding herself. She tried to move from his grip, attempting not to wake him. Thankfully she was succesful, slipping out of his grip quickly putting on her clothes from the night before on, then leaving. As she was in the taxi, the realisation she had left her bag, with her wallet at hotel hit but she couldn't go back.
The taxi ride back to her own hotel felt very dejavu, how could this have happened twice and how had she left twice. Once she got back to the hotel, she freshened up, showering and putting on a fresh pair of pyjamas, before taking a tablet to soothe her hangover. She let out a small gasp, "fuck it's saturday" she thought. Qualifying hadn't even happened, let alone the race.
She couldn't see him but had no excuse, fuck fuck fuck!
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