Everybody's Talking Now [Daniel Ricciardo]

Lap Three - A Question For A Question

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❝Morgan Blom POV❞
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02:07 PM CEP

"Morgan?"

I lifted my head from behind his broad shoulders. "Yes?"

"Care to hold on any tighter?"

I slapped his shoulder. This man seemed not to have any intentions or ambitions to stop himself from spilling puns all day. "I'm really sorry, I'm not the one sitting behind someone on a motorcycle who speeds in probably a hundred and forty without any control or any sight," I shouted over the roaring engine.

I could feel him laughing — the back of his chest heaving fast and shoulders jolting. "I am a driver, Sweetheart. If there is one person you should trust behind the wheel, it's me."

"I would trust you driving in any car any other day, but to trust a professional motorcyclist more behind the wheels on this vehicle seems more logical to me which as far as i know, you are not. And stop calling me Sweetheart!"

It took Daniel a good ten minutes to drive us from the Eiffel Tower to the small and popular cafe. He was also smart enough to order us a table, reading on TripAdvisor how busy and trendy the small and local café was and how impossible it was to get a table at lunch and breakfast time.

We found a parking spot on a street or two away. The neighbourhood was delightful — the buildings were so beautifully built in all different shapes and colours. The sidewalks were floating with people on their way to or from work, and with tourists taking pictures of their surroundings. I felt myself getting thrilled by all the different impressions.

Daniel turned off the engine and I jumped off the cycle. I snapped my helmet off and pulled it off my head followed by my hair, flowing in all different directions. I felt the eyes of an Aussie beside me, watching my movements carefully.

"Did you do that on purpose?"

I stroked my hair back, "Do what?"

"You literally looked like a freaking Hollywood movie, right there."

I cheekily smiled at him and reached out to give him my helmet. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"You are in a really flirty mood now, Morgan."

I started backing off while still facing him, "I have no idea what you are talking about, Sir."

We reached the awning-green corner café. The tables were filled with small coffee- and teacups and delicious-smelling food, filling the air around the square. I had to capture a picture of the moment. I made sure Daniel wasn't in the way as I snapped the photo.

I uploaded the picture on Instagram, my first ever one in a long time. I smiled when I saw my friends from back home liking my post and wishing me a good time in the comment section.