Dance Me To The Moon [Sebastian Vettel]

15. Patience (II)

A/N: Self-explanatory title haha but this is part 2 of the previous chapter. Sorry it took so long to update but I wanted to make sure it turned out the way I wanted, it's an important one.

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After a busy morning in classes, Stella had rushed to Soho for work. Sebastian managed to change flights and get himself a lucky connection to London from New York and therefore he would arrive just in time to meet her at the end of her shift at the café.

Nervousness or anxiety, Stella wasn't sure which of the two was leading but one thing was certain, she was dying to see him.

They arranged to meet near the National Gallery, halfway between her work and his hotel. He was late and this time she spotted him first, easily identifying the figure in jeans and big brown jacket walking briskly across the square on the phone. His hair seemed wet; a shower was probably the only thing he had time for so far, after being on planes and airports since the day before.

The hand with which he held the phone lowered as he finished the call. He looked up from the device and that was when their eyes met. Despite the weary face, his features seemed to brighten up then, the corners of his lips turning up. Stella returned the smile and when he reached her, they basically stood in front of each other in silence. And then they grinned wider, in unison.

"Can I give you a hug and we get all this," his hands gestured to the space between them, "all this awkwardness out of the way?"

It wasn't a long hug but it was tight, Sebastian giving her a little squeeze and rubbing up and down her back in a quick motion.

"Sorry if I smell funny," Stella grimaced as she pulled back. "It was a tricky afternoon in the kitchen, to say the least."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "No, no. A bit syrupy, maybe."

"Oh. I had a cupcake," she covered her mouth with a hand, giggling. "Should've brought you one, too. You had a bit of a shit weekend in Austin from what I saw in the news?"

"I'm glad you didn't bring one because I might eat it!"

It was cold and grey but not raining and as they strolled across the square, Sebastian told her about the race. The distance between them as they walked side by side, Sebastian's hands jammed down his jeans pockets, felt strange. But at least it was comfortable enough to have what felt like a perfectly normal chat, Stella reasoned.

Soon, they found themselves at St. James Park.

"- but I'm happy for Lewis. What can I say, it's fair."

They stopped by a bench but no sooner had they sat, than a squirrel started creeping close. Sharing a look, they watched in amusement, until it eventually stopped right in front of them. Sebastian patted his pockets.

"Oh, I've got nothing to give the little guy."

Stella promptly stuck her hand inside her handbag, producing an apple. "There you go. Not as good as yours."

Biting off a small piece, the German crouched on the floor and showed it to the small visitor. "There you go, buddy." The squirrel didn't take long to decide and immediately scurried away with the apple to eat in a safer spot near a bush, holding it between the paws. Sebastian had a second piece ready to be taken, his eyes shining like a kid's in a toy shop. The squirrel returned for a third time, only to find Sebastian on his feet, the apple far from reach. "Ah! What now?"