Friends

Chapter 6

Song recommended:  Good in Goodbye by Madison Beer

I entered the highway that lead to where Lando said that he lived. We had now been driving for about 5 minutes and both of us had not said a word. "I am being serious, I do really like your car" Lando spoke finally. "Thanks and me too, thats why I bought it" "Its a Rolls Royce Cullinan right?" "sí". It was now silent again and I hoped that this car drive would be over soon.

I start to get angry at the people on the road, well I do get mad pretty often and I have to say that I got it from my Spanish mother. My mother is a hot head and gets very aggressive if needed. "Esta perra no sabe conducir!"(This bitch can't drive!). I could see from the side of my eye that Lando was shocked at my sudden outburst. "Wow calm down.". I was now even more  furious compared to before, the nerve on this man was way too high. "Cierra tu maldita boca" (Shut your damn mouth). I mumbled quietly in an effort to keep cool and to not completely go Godzilla on this wanka. This was one of the reasons why I liked being foreigner in a country with a completely different language, you can say whatever want and nobody knows. I already knew that it was definitely going to come in handy while I work with someone that is a dickhead.

The rest of duration of the drive to Lando's house it is silent and I can feel a sense of discomfort between both of us. This will definitely take a while to get used to. I continue driving and I notice signs indicating that our exit is coming up. I turn up my radio and I hum to the music for the rest of the way to his house. I really couldn't help but sing a little but not too loud.

"I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love,

Only to find out you are the one holding the gun"

I slowly pull up to a big house with big gates around it. "We are here" I say as I rub my temples and I notice Lando look up from his phone. "Thanks, oh and by the way here's my number, you might need it for tomorrow" Lando says as he hands me his phone with his number on the screen. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "What is tomorrow?" I ask curiously. "We are leaving for the Australian Grand Prix tomorrow, also I will need you to pick me up from here again at 4:35 am" Lando says as he begins to open the car door. "Why can't you take your own car, last time I checked I am your PR manager, not your chauffeur" "I find it hard fitting my luggage in the McLaren" I scoff and I roll my eyes, hesitantly I agree "Fine, but as I said before one time only". With that he nodded his head and he gently closed the car door and walked into a gated driveway that led to the big house.