Casino

Dinner pt2

Sophia eventually chose out an outfit, after about half an hour of indecisiveness. She put on the teal suit trousers, along with a back corset and a blouse, matching to her trousers. After sliding on some back heels, she began to make her way out of the door, to the dark hallway, which lit up as she walked down, and into the restaurant, which had nobody in it but a lone man sitting at a candlelit table. Sophia made her way over, strutting over to the table as if she was on a runway model show in the middle of Paris. 

 Lando's POV

My eyes layed on her as the feelings rushed back again. 

We had met in this place in 2018, when I almost pushed her into the French Riviera. I was rushing to the paddock after over sleeping, and felt awful about it. I saw her a couple of more times, and we exchanged a few smiles, but nothing more, nothing less. I couldn't stop thinking about that moment all weekend: the way her aqua eyes met mine driving me insane all weekend long. I know I would never meet her again, and regretted I didn't have the courage to go and ask for her number, or ask for her name. 

A year or so later, I got a phone call whilst working in Monaco. I started contemplating who it was. It couldn't be any of my friends, nor my distant family or my team. Curious, I picked up the phone.

"Hello, Mr Norris speaking, How can I help you?"

"Mr Norris, a pleasure. My names Sophia (insert a l/n of your choice :D) , and I'm calling to inform you that my father has sadly passed. That means you're currently speaking to your new business partner. I'm organising a meeting in London with all our global partners to review our plans, I expect to see you there if you wish to accept the invite?"

I knew the voice from somewhere; however I couldn't quite put his finger on it.  I only realised after I emerged from my McLaren, and from then on we were in frequent contact and the feelings came rushing back. I reassured myself she didn't feel the same way, but I had fallen for her again, and I wasn't prepared to lose her this time..... 

Sophia's POV:

The exact same feeling washed over me every time I saw him: a feeling of happiness, a feeling of love. I can't describe what it feels like to be in love, but if I could describe it as a person, It would be him. Those brunette curls, them gemstone eyes, those rosy cheeks, and that smile always made my brain fuzzy and I enjoyed the feeling. I'd never felt this way about anyone in my life; my father never allowed me to. His words in which he was discouraging love in every single way whirled around my head, but they made me more curious. 

What was it like to be in love?