Tita spent some quality family time while watching Marcus getting a P4.

- The guy seems promising; at least his quali went well - Tita's father commented. - But I guess I'll be watching F2 again tomorrow, to clear my doubts.

- This is what I call a win-win - the girl laughed and then looked at her mother, who still didn't seem convinced - I'll talk to Marcus later and then I'll let you talk to him.

- That sounds great - she said, showing a small smile.

Tita left her parents and went to her room, waiting for Marcus to call her. She knew he would be happy after a good quali session, and she couldn't help but feel proud of him. He had a good start of the season, but he was having a hard time getting points in the last races.

It didn't take much for Marcus to call her and she answered with a big smile on her face.

- Hey! - she waved - Looks like my "good luck" worked.

- Oh, girl, you can bet - he said, still panting and sweating - This P4 feels very good.

- Yeah, but I have to confess that I was waiting for a P1, you know?

- Really? - he was saddened

- I'm kidding, Marcus, I'm really proud of you and I cannot way until tomorrow's race. I want to see a podium.

- I can't guarantee you the podium but I can promise you I'll give my everything.

- I know you will. - she said, smiling to the screen - By the way, i have to ask you some boring stuff. So, my mom is willing to let me go to Bahrain next week, but she needs to talk to you first.

- Meeting your mother? - he asked blanching.

A.N.: Sorry for taking two days to update, but here it is the new chapter!