Taste of Peaches

2

'This is the call for all racers to make there way to the circet.'

I hear over the loudspeaker as Allessandro emerges from somewhere.

His eyes lock with mine and fill with surprise and lust.

"Ms. Hernandez. You stayed?" He says surprise lacing his otherwisehusky voice. "Well I did say I would." I respond while walking twourds him...

I realize now that I most likely don't fit in here in a floor length dress but honestly the opportunity was just to exsieting to pass up.

"Really, I do not remember asking you to stay down here... but merely asking you to celebrate with me after I win." The way he's so coky makes me want to laugh my ass off but I refrain and give him a small smirk.

Oh shit... keep your cool mia!

"Either way I'm not leaving." I say while giving him a firm look, "Can't get enough of me. Ahh?"

Keep it together Lee.

"No. I just merely enjoy being down here. It's very... different then up there in the-" he cuts me off before I can continue,

"Snobb box?"

This causes me to break out into a fit of lauhghter, "Yes, yes, yes, yes. The snobb box."

"My sister Amarie calls it that." 

I just nodd and he gives me a light smile, "Well I need to go win a race but... I do hope to see you after. You're much more interesting then stock markets."
"I'm glad I humor you Allessandro.'' he pretends to wince and gives me one last smile before walking away twourds where his car is being prepared.

Why am I grinning? Why do I have butterflies in my... well shit.

As I make my way to a viewing station right in the front of the track a step next to a young man with blond hair who's wearing a blue race suit.

"Hello there." He says as I walk up and he grabs my hand and kisses it...

Umm ok...

"Hello?" I am clearly confused and he smirks at me... "So I see Allessandro has found a new friend." I just crinkle my nose at him and look back at the rack where the cars are lining up at this point.

"If he can get me down here more often I might as well become friends with him." He looks at me confused as he surveys my attire.

"Why are you wearing a floor length dress?" It's now that I can tell he's french.

"Because I aborted the snobb box." I say with a straight face that magerly suprizes me. "Do you mean the private seats? Wow. He has currupted you with his sisters anarchy."

"Well what is your name?" I ask because I really want to know who the fuck he is... "Jacques"

"Mia." I say in a startled voice as I hear cars start to rev there engines. I hadn't even realized the race was about to start when Jacques reached out and touched my arm with a reasuring squeeze.

The guy seemened nice enough so she didn't correct him and looked out at the circet that had a screen counting down for 10.

She let out an excited squeal and gripped the barrier. She watched as the counter slowly went down from 10...

'9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4...'

'3, 2, 1...'
And then the cars take off down the track making me have to blink fast to see where they are. That has always been the thrill of watching racing for me... It all moved so fast.

I almost looked like they were going to crash at how close they were to eachother... they never did though.

I heared screaming all around me and didnt even process that they were on there last lap entel the loud speaker went around the stadium.