Pedro Acosta

You were Pedro's girlfriend in his MotoGP garage, and for a year now you've been working on his bike. You watched him closely and noticed he was very sleepy and couldn't even walk straight. He stumbled a little as he stood up, and you walked over to him, put your arm around his shoulder, and walked him to his car.

"Are you okay, baby?" you asked him with genuine concern.

He looked at you with a weak smile and a tired, sad face.
“Yes, just a little tired, that’s all, dear…” Pedro said in his soft, strong Spanish accent.

“Do you take sleeping pills?” you asked, looking into his heavy brown eyes.

He sighed before replying, “You know I hate taking them…”