020: Heartbreaker

"The race was really great, wasn't it?" I asked Jakob when we arrived at our apartment. He replied dully: "Oh yes, especially the drivers". Now how did he come up with that? I prefer not to ask. He probably didn't mean it as seriously as he had sounded. why? After all, he was also a fan of Formula 1 and as I found out during the race, he also liked to cheer on Sebastian Vettel.

"Well, do you have anything else planned or are we already flying back to Germany?" I wanted to know from Jake instead of going into his earlier words. He said, "It's good that you mention that. I definitely have plans to take you to a restaurant tonight. Since I've reserved a table for half past eight and we still have three hours, you can decide what to do with the rest of the time."

I thought that was all well and good, but it didn't answer the question of when the return flight would go. Also, something else occurred to me. "Oh, unfortunately I didn't pack anything fancy," I threw into the room, whereupon J