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Leaving him out of the loop

"So..." he said, a serious look on his face.

"So?" I looked at him puzzled. 

"Sophia. What are we?" 

What were we?

"Well," I responded. "What do you want us to be?"

"Sophia don't do this, you know the answer." 

"So that means you know my answer too," I said smiling, as his face lit up. 

It was 7pm on Sunday evening. After the race, Lando offered everyone dinner on him at McDonalds. However, George and Alex all decided to come up with a different masterplan instead and reserved a table for me and him at this fancy restaurant instead . I mean, I was looking forward to my chicken nuggets and Caramel Iced Frappe, but I can get that whenever. We sat towards the back of the restaurant, excluding ourselves from the public eye. It would be a lot more fun now with avoiding the camera's- I was almost looking forward to running away from the flashing lights. The hand of my partners sneaked into mine, interlocking our fingers across the table. "What are you doing when you get home?" he asked. "I don't know, you tell me." he said. "What do you mean 'you tell me'?"  

"Well, you tell me where we are at here. We go from there."

"Ok. Would you feel comfortable with us going back to the way we were? I need you back again. I need you there when I wake up again. I need you hear when I come home from a long day in the simulator at the factory. I want you to be stood there when I'm on the podium. I want to be there for you when you grab a deal you've wanted for a long time. I want to be there through your pain and happiness. I messed up. Big time. If you don't want to go back to what we were, that's fine. But just know that if you move, I won't be able to stand being around you knowing what we could've been." 

"Hey, hey. Relax ok? I'm not going anywhere. You can't get rid of me that easily," flashing a wink in his direction. "I'd love to go back to what we were. Althoughhhhhh we have a bit of an issue with houses. I don't know if you want to move back in together or not, but it's up to you. I'm sure Alex and George won't care either way." 

"I would love for you to move back in. Now come on, let's go home. Those heels must be killing you." he smiled, grabbing my hand to help me up. We started walking hand in hand towards the doors, laughing away, when we faced the window. "Shit." I muttered. "For fuck's sake why do they have to follow everyone everywhere?" Lando complained. We went to the disabled bathroom to devise a plan. "Right, we need a plan. You don't want the media stalking you. I don't want the media stalking me. So I'll leave the restaurant first, then you can leave like 30 seconds later. I'll grab my car: George said he put the key in the glovebox of the car. Then we get out of here and back home. Sounds like a plan?" I nodded, fist bumping him. "Let's do this." He reached for the lock of the bathroom, before I slapped his hand away. I gave him a quick kiss before he left. "I love you, don't get murdered please." he quickly said, fleeing the bathroom. "I love you too," I whispered to myself, as I watched him fix his hair and head outside. 

I came out of the bathroom, not long after, and I was hit with a wall of paparazzi, as I navigated my way through to the car park; however, Lando already pulled up in his car on the side of the path, letting me in, before speeding away. As I looked in the rear view mirror I saw the flashing lights following the car, as Lando put the roof down. "When the hell did McLaren create a convertible?" I asked, as he laughed. "Well, this is only a test vehicle, but yeah they're planning it. They said I could help them out so here I am." he smiled, as I grabbed his hand that was free on the centre console. "Right madam," he spoke, with a forced posh accent, "Where shall one be taking you?"