Everybody's Talking Now [Daniel Ricciardo]

Lap Four - Prestigious People

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❝Morgan Blom POV❞
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06:33 PM CEP

Daniel and I finished our tour at the Louvre Museum shortly afterward. I was relieved he didn't ask more about my family situation. I didn't want to bother him anymore with my tragic family problems, especially not scare him away with it. I was currently in the bathroom as I had the opportunity to.

While looking at myself in the mirror, all I could think of was what went down back in the gallery hall. I touched my hair where Daniel had stroked it behind my ear. It was still at the same place as where he'd left it. I let my fingers continue to travel down my bare neck, ending at my collarbone. I forced myself to not think of what had happened.

I shook my head. Grabbing my bag as I speeded out the door, leaving the room behind. Daniel was leaning against the wall on the other side of the hall. His phone screen was glowing up at his face from his hands. He hadn't noticed my presence yet. I glanced at his fit body and how his clothes wrapped him perfectly. His hair, I've seen some pictures of him from earlier years where it was either cut shorter or ran longer. But now, it had a perfect length. It suited his sunkissed skin. I felt my heart skip a beat as I met his eyes, catching me while I checked him out. My cheeks heated up as he walked over to me.

"What are you looking at?" I asked him, hinting at the phone, still glowing in his hand.

"I should be the one to ask that question. But okay, I'll let it go." He was smirking like a teenage jerk. He totally caught me glaring at him. "I was checking out some restaurants for us. I think we'll be hungry soon enough."

"Yeah totally," I nodded and gulped in an attempt to cover up my embarrassment.

Daniel chuckled beside me, totally understanding. I got the feeling that he was so satisfied he wasn't the only one checking the other one out.

"We don't need to do anything fancy for dinner."

"Nonsense." Daniel showed me a picture of an elegant restaurant with a view of the Eiffel Tower.

"I can't go there." I used my finger while he held the phone and tapped to the next picture.

Daniel raised an eyebrow at me, "What do you mean?"

"I don't even own a prestige enough dress in my whole closet to attend to a restaurant such as that one, Daniel."

"I didn't pack a suit, so there is no reason to be nervous," he assured me kindly.

I looked down at my outfit. "Well, I can't go there in this." My oversized shirt tucked in at the hem of my flared jeans.

Daniel scratched his neck. "Well, I think you look beautiful—"

"I can't attend to a place like that wearing this, is what I'm trying to say. I will look like a fool," I mumbled. "And let's not forget that I'm against going there in the first place."

"I've eaten there before! They have delicious food," he remarked.

"I can see that." I bit my thumb. "I can't even afford—"

"I'll take care of the bills."

"Daniel. You don't have to do that. Please, don't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because you are wasting your money. And I feel so awful for not arguing more today about you paying for everything we've done."

He raised his hand. "Morgan. I got more money than I can even spend. And I want to use them on having fun, exploring, making memories..." He tilted his head and I looked away. "I'm having a good time right now, with you. Do you feel the same way? Are you having fun?"