Langa |Bl

The race had already started a few minutes ago. From where they were, they could see a good portion of the track and hear the crowd react every time something exciting happened. However, neither you nor Langa seemed particularly interested in joining the noise of the others.

Langa remained leaning against the railing, observing the track calmly. The light from the spotlights reflected in his eyes as he followed the racers for a few seconds before losing sight of them around a curve.

Every now and then, someone would shout near you or run past to find a better spot, but he barely paid them any attention. He seemed quite comfortable simply staying there.

A cool breeze passed through the area. Langa absentmindedly adjusted a sleeve of his hoodie and turned his gaze back toward the track. The silence between the two of you felt natural, with no need to fill it with conversation all the time.

—There are a lot of people today.

He mentioned in a low voice, more as an observation than the start of a conversation.

Below, the racers crossed one of the fastest straights of the course. The applause could be heard again, though this time it seemed distant.

Langa let out a soft sigh and leaned a bit more of his weight on the railing. After a few moments, he barely turned his head toward you. There was a small sense of calm in his expression, as if he were simply enjoying sharing this moment with you.

—Hey...

His eyes remained on you for an instant before continuing.

—If "S" and the races didn't exist... do you think we still would have met?