A girl chasing her dream. A boy looking for the light.
When Florence Nyx started her internship at a Formula 1 paddock, she expected a lot. Fast cars. Exclusive impressions most people could only dream of. An entire array of skills she'd acquire...
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"So, how about this?" Amara furrowed her brows while holding up my hair, letting it dive right over my face.
The sand falling from the strands tickled my skin, and I brushed it off quickly. "Ames!" I huffed, trying to get the hair out of my eyes. "We've been at this for what now? An hour? Just let it be!"
My best friend rolled her eyes and released me from her grip. "Well, you said you wanted a haircut. I'm just trying to figure out what'll look good on you."
I shook out my hair and tied it into a ponytail, trying to avoid any more sandy disasters. We've been at the beach for half the day now, and Amara either spent her time flirting with backpacking Australians, or styling me in the most unfashionable way possible.
Lying back down on my towel, I glanced over at her. "I don't need it to be pretty. I just want it to be practical."
"Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm just saying it wouldn't hurt to give it a little fun too, you know."
"I'm sure it'll be fun enough to go on a roller board without having to fear I'll rip my skull out every damn time." I laughed, sipping on my cinnamon milkshake.
"Probably, yeah." Amara chuckled and finally gave in, her glance wandering around the beach. "Speaking of fun — How come we haven't seen that mysterious Phoenix guy yet? I thought you said he stayed the week as well."
I was starting to regret telling her that, considering it's all she's been on about ever since she got here. "Yeah, that's what he said, at least. But, as he made perfectly clear, it's none of my business. So I won't be waiting around to stumble into him. Even if his room is right next to mine..."
She raised an eyebrow at me. "Sure... 'Cause you haven't been looking around the beach or hotel or restaurants every time we left the room, right?"
"Oh, shut up." I swatted her arm.
"I'll shut up when you admit you dig that tall, dark and handsome cliché."
"Fuck's sake..." Rolling my eyes, I got up from my towel. "You know what, I think it's time to get back to the hotel. We got that dinner reservation soon, and I don't want to strangle you on your last night here just because you can't stop talking bullshit."
Amara followed my notion and got up as well, packing her beach bag with a wide grin. I expected her to give me some witty comeback, but instead she shrugged and kept collecting her belongings.
"What?" I groaned as I threw my book into the bag. The way she stared at me made me furious.
"Nothing. Nothing." She wrapped the towel around her neck and grinned even wider. "Just saying... I don't think I've ever seen you this annoyed. Must be your love language."
My jaw hit the ground from her ballsy statement, but Amara must've known that it wouldn't go by unnoticed. She was already running away from me, or at least trying to in the fine sand beneath our feet, as I lunged to hit her with my towel. "I swear to god, sometimes I wonder why I put up with you!"
