Alessia had grown anxious, it was Sunday and Valentino's race was bound to start in an hour, however, Fernado the tailor had refused to let her go, giving her all sorts of unnecessary tasks.

"I thought you said you didn't need me for this "Opera woman" job?"

Alessia is panting, the tailor had her rearrange furniture all day, including the fully dressed mannequins.

The tailor looks over his glasses, "If I recall correctly, you were the one asking me for a job."

Alessia's sigh is loud. "I have to get my daughter from the sitter soon, If you could just let me go ten minutes befo....."

"Oh the struggles of being a single mother." He chants, his wing tip shoes clicking as he comes around the front desk only to rest his body against the mannequin Alessia happens to be dressing. "The life of a designer is not easy Miss Diallo, I recommend you get used to the profession if you want to make it in this business."

Alessia nods, she knows that the tailor has started to recognize her skills, despite not having her manage any customers.

"Could we at least turn on the TV in the back office, there is a MotoGP race today."

The tailor raises an eyebrow, "You like MotoGP?"

She nods hesitantly.

"Well why didn't you say anything?"

To Alessia's surprise the TV in the back office was already on, MotoGP weekend warm up already broadcasting.

She looked to the tailor, eyes narrowed, "You had me move all the furniture around while you sat here comfortably, watching television."

The tailor looks at her amused.

"I thought you were doing the stock?"

"I was." He takes a seat in the leather sofa placed in front of the TV, Alessia takes the stool next to it.

"Olive?" He offers, stretching Alessia the bowl. She declines with a wave.

The riders haven't lined up on track yet so the channel replays riders interviews.

"As you can imagine, being interested in mens fashion didn't go well with the other kids on the playground." The tailor said, tossing an olive into his mouth. "So at the humble age of twelve I had decided that I would be fond of the sport, luckily I was quickly drawn to the men in leather suits." He winks.

As the riders lined up on the grid Alessia's foot tapped with excitement, Valentino was starting on the second row.

"Should we maybe close the shop, what if a customer comes in and finds it empty?"

"No, no." The tailor waves, "That's what you are for, you can practice your customer service while you're at it."

"Great." She sighed.

As the warm up lap is completed the drivers line up once more. Handles are turning and with a roar they shoot off the starting line, aligning alongside each other as the race begins.

"Go Vale!" She chants, clapping her hands excited.

"So you're a Rossi fan?"

Alessia clears her throat at the mentioning of the name, maybe she shouldn't have been so obvious about it. "Yeah, he is good I guess. Who are you rooting for?"

The tailor adjusts his posture so that he sits proud. "Max Biaggi." He said in his sturdiest voice.

Immediately the name rings a bell, and as Alessia's eyes follow the riders, she spots the red leather suit on the red bike. "Who is he?" She said curious.

"Who is he?" The tailor spits. "Only Italy's biggest pride in MotoGP, a Roman king if you ask me."

"But Valentino Rossi is Italian too?" She points out without trying to come off as bias.

"Indeed he is, and not bad either, however a Roman vs a Tavullian, it's like David and Goliath" he laughs.

Alessia bites her lip watching Valentino's yellow bike make its way around the track, Max Biaggi's red bike a couple of lengths behind him. She wanted to counter with the fact that David won, but held her tongue.

Valentino had gotten a brilliant start shooting himself up to forth on the grid, he might be in for his first podium today.

"If you like MotoGp so much how come you don't work as a tailor there, making leather suits?" She asks.

"Less glamorous." He said nonchalant, "Besides, that much leather would irritate my skin."

"What is it that they do, the MotoGP tailors?"

"I dunno, I assume they repares the suits and design them in favour of the sponsors. Quite boring if you ask me."

The thought grows within her, what if she were to be Valenitno's tailor? Her role would be in the background, no media attention. It would be the way for her and Esmeralda to follow him around the world.

"Oh no!"

The tailor's sudden outburst makes Alessia snap out of her day dreaming, there has been a collision. In an attempt to overtake Valentino, Max Biaggi ran wide, forcing Valentino into the gravel. Luckily he manages to stay on the bike but rejoins the track in last place.

At the course of the race Valentino managed to make up a few places which put him within the points, Biaggi on the other hand, after managing to swap forth place with Valentino was able to go on to battle for 3rd place.

"That's a penalty right?" Alessia shouts at the television.

"No that's racing for ya!" The tailor said excitedly, the incident had turned the race into a thriller in the end.