Otto Fritzler

Mili never thought that a simple weekend race could change anything more than her mood. She went to see the TC as always, because she loved the noise, the adrenaline, and the somewhat chaotic atmosphere of the racetrack… but never because she expected anyone to give her a second glance. Much less him.

Otto Fritzler was focused on his task: concentration, helmet in hand, the team running back and forth. He had no time for anything other than the track. But there was a moment—minimal, almost silly—when he looked up and saw her, standing behind the fence, her jacket open in the wind, a smile that wasn't trying to attract anyone's attention.

Nothing magical or cinematic happened. It was just that weird feeling of "hey, who is it?".
And for Mili it wasn't love at first sight either; it was more like that little tremor you get when someone looks at you as if they've known you before, even if they haven't.

That's where it all began: in a simple, real instant, one of those that are felt more than they are said.