Finally, raceday.

Biaggi's side of the garage had been quiet following his 7th place in qualifying.

Alessia and the tailor set up as usual,with the exception that there was some damage to Biaggi's knee pads, which gave them something to do all morning, or something for the tailor to do, the material wasn't of leather, meaning he didn't let Alessia anywhere near the suit, saying it was his "area of expertise".

Two hours ahead of the race Biaggi gives them a visit.

"Repaired and ready Sir." The tailor smiles, handing over the newly repaired suit.

"Thank you, Fernado."

Biaggi looks to Alessia who doesn't give him her usual attention, instead her gaze is fixated on the TV, an old interview of Valentino Rossi post qualifying is shown.

"Apparently the kid knows sign languages now?" He chuckles, loud enough for her to hear.

"Beg your pardon Sir?" The tailor asks, confused.

He ignores him since Alessia has turned around to face him.

In the interview post qualifying Valentino explained the meaning of his forgein gestures.

"Together." Biaggi Spits, "Says it meant to be a heads up for his death fans. I say it's a load of bull."

The tailor chuckles, thinking he has to.

"I think it's sweet." Alessia said coolly, once more turning her back on Biaggi.

His lip is seen twitching. "Wish me luck guys, hope you'll root for me."

"Good luck Sir." The tailor bows slightly. "I'll be rooting for you, I'm afraid Alessia has eyes for number 46. If you ask me she has no sense of loyalty when it comes to MotoGP, she'll root for anyone that is leading the race" He scolds.

Alessia ignores his comments.

Biaggi leaves the tailor with a stiff smile.

As soon as the door closes behind Biaggi, the tailor exhales.

"Could you be more disrespectful to our..."

"...Lord and saviour?" Alessia jokes. "Biaggi is bound to know how much kissing up you're doing.

The tailor adjusted his collar. "Don't be foolish now, I am just showing some courtesy to our employer, not drooling over some death boy on the TV."

"Hey, I'm not drooling!" She defends. "And Valentino Rossi is not death."

******

Next day as the race was about to begin there was another knock on the door.

"What now?" The tailor sighs, his feet already comfortably up on the table.

Max Biaggi's assistant is seen through the gap in the door, as the tailor goes to open it.

"Mr Biaggi requested your presence in the garage."

Alessia frowns as the assistant looks at her. "For what?"

"Don't be silly Miss Diallo..." The tailor steps in, "...There is obviously a problem with the suit."

"The suit is fine." The assistant insures. "He just requested your presence, asked if you'd like to watch the race from his garage."

"Me?" She points

"Her?" The tailor frowns.

Alessia shakes her head, "I'm watching it here with Fernado."

The assistant gave off what seemed like a light chuckle. "He said you'd say that, in that case, both of you could come with."

On their way to the garage the tailor and Alessia walk with timid steps.

"Why would biaggi personally request your presence, worse, why am I the third wheel in this."

"Told you he was being weird." She hiss.

"Hold up." The tailor makes them pause, Biaggi's assistant continuing ahead of them. "You really believe he sent you those macarons do you?"

Alessia goes to protest but Esmeralda Interrupts, "Uzz Uzz!"

Without knowledge they were in the middle of passing Valentino's garage. Uccio is seen sunbathing right outside.

"Hello, strange man I met before." Alessia acts.

Uccio plays along, "Lady with the baby."

"Miss Diallo I'm afraid we don't have time, Biaggi is waiting."

"He is?" Uccio frowns, shifting his gaze between Alessia and the tailor. She is desperately trying not to look guilty.

Soon the tailor has got his arm hooked under hers and pulls her away.

Biaggi's garage is in full motion, mechanics hovering over his bike. Like the other riders, Biaggi is seen stretching outside the garage.

After being handed their ear muffs, Alessia and the tailor take their place in the corner of the room. Amazed by it all, Alessia pokes her head outside of the garage in order to get a better view of the many garages stretching all the way down the pitlane. Spotting some of the riders warming up, she looks for Valentino, maybe she'd be able to do the sign before he went off.

"Where are you." She mumbles, spotting his mechanics but no Valentino.

"You came!" Biaggi says, coming up from the ground where he had been stretching. He looks at a smiling tailor. "Both of you."

"Thank you Sir, it's a dream come true seeing the race from here." The tailor bows.

"Don't worry about it Fernado, you've done a good job."

Biaggi's words light a fire in the tailor's eyes. Alessia however, is still looking down the pitlane Valentino's bike is being rolled out, he can be too far behind.

"If I win you'll be a Biaggi fan won't you?"

"Pardon?" Alessia coughs, bringing her attention back to Biaggi.

"That's what you do right, become a fan of whoever is leading."

"I am afraid that I'm a bit more loyal than that Sir." She says cold.

"Good, then you'll be my fan forever after I win."

Alessia's tongue is caught in her mouth which makes Biaggi chuckles.

She shakes her head in disbelief "You never give up, do you?"

"Nope."He smiles.

"Baggy!" Esmeralda stretches for him.

"At least I have one loyal fan" He says, bringing Esmeralda to his arms.

It was in this exact moment, not far from there, that Valentino stepped out of his garage, ready to head for the grid. The race was bound to be a breezer; he thought. He loved Assen.

Something in the back of his head, warned him though, warned him not to do it. Uccio said that he had just seen her head for Biaggi's garage. Turning his head despite the warnings would be Valentino's biggest mistake that weekend. Luckily he was wearing his helmet when he spotted them, Alessia with Max Biaggi, talking and laughing, even letting him hold Esmerlada, his own daughter. Luckily he was wearing his helmet, because if looks could kill, he would mind killing Biaggi at that moment.