The Shakedown (Lewis Hamilton x Reader)

Interesting Strangers

I look up and see an elegantly dressed brunette with the most gorgeous eyes smiling at me. She was also alone with her drink.

"I guess you can say that," I respond with a smirk.

"I heard talking about things with strangers can help," she said with a bit of accent.

You could tell she was definitely not from the UAE or UK, so I said why not and told her about what was bothering me.

"He sounds like a douche," she responded after hearing about my arrival, "why are you with him?"

"I guess cause we have been together for 3 years and this might be a rough patch," I said, "or I'm scared of being single."

"But a girl like you," she said, "you're gorgeous, you won't last that long on the market."

I laughed and took a sip of my drink, "you never know."

"That's true," she admitted, "but I have to be honest, you look so familiar, that's why I came to talk to you, have we met?"

"Well, I'm a model," I said, "and I just got signed as the new face of Dior beauty."

"Ohh yes, Y/N Y/L/N!" she yelled, "I have seen you walk in London, my name is Kelly Piquet."

I reached out my hand to shake hers and said, "very nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she says with her hand on mine.

"What brings you to Abu Dhabi?" I asked.

"Well, I'm also here for the race," she said.

"Am I the only one who doesn't watch these races?" I asked and we both laughed.

"I think so," she said, "but I'm also here for my boyfriend."

"Ohh," I said, "what does he do?"

"He races for Red Bull," she said, " his name is Max Verstappen."

"That's great," I responded, "and since we'll be there together, I'll know who to support."

We carried on talking till it was almost 10 p.m. The restaurant at this point was empty and only had 2 tables with people. The bar only had me and her.

She told me more about herself and turns out she is Brazillian but lived all over hence the accent. She's also a columnist, did some modeling, and had a young daughter. She was a lot of fun to talk to and for the first time on this trip, I didn't feel alone. So naturally, I asked if I could watch the races with her and she said yes. 

*phone rings* 

She looks to her phone, "Looks like my boyfriend is looking for me."

"I guess we should get going to our rooms," I said.

"Yes," she answered, "but I will see you tomorrow at the circuit."

"Of course," I responded, and then she hugged me goodbye and went on her way.

 I paid for my bill and started to finish my drink so I could leave. But when I look up from my glass I see this fashionably dressed man next to me. He had his hair braided but pulled back into a bun and had kind warming smile.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I couldn't help but overhear your accent, are you from the UK?"

"Yes," I said, "I'm guessing you are as well," I predicted based on his accent.

"Yes, and I haven't been home in so long that it's nice to hear your voice."

I smiled and thanked him.

"What brings you to Abu Dhabi?" he asked as he sat down next to me.

"The race," I said, "my boyfriend is a journalist and he invited me to come along with."

"Then why are you alone?" he asked. 

"He is working," I said, looking down at my glass, "but I'm guessing you're also here for the race."

"Yes, I am."

"What do you do?" I asked, he looked down and smirked.

"I work in one of the teams," he said.

"Well then maybe," I started to speak, "you could explain to me this sport because I am lost."

He let out a laugh, looked at me, and said, "I'll try my best."

He then proceeded to explain F1 in the most summarized version possible and also extra rules, "what formula one is basically, a series of races that happen throughout a year in a season around the world. Each race depending on which position a driver finishes, they get points for their teams and the championship drivers. The more points they get the better their chances."

"That sounds interesting, actually," I said, having understood his explanation, "thank you for that," I paused, "I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Just call me Lew," he said as he extended his hand with tattoos on the back.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n," I responded like shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you too, Y/n," he said. For a moment we just held hands, and I found myself mesmerized by his kind smile and sweet personality. Maybe this was the drinking talking, but he is handsome and very fine.

I snapped myself out of it thought and retracted my hand.

"Well, it's getting late," I said, "I should probably get to my room."

"Me too, long day tomorrow,"

"Will I be seeing you then?" I asked, "you could join me and my friend, Kelly to watch the race."

"As much as I would love that, I need to be working." 

"Of course," I remembered, "then I guess I will see you after, or before the race."

"I hope so," he responded with a smile.

I couldn't help but smile back, I got up and said  "Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Y/n," he replied and I walked back to my room.

Upon arriving Brad was already fast asleep so I decided to take a shower and laid down next to him. He was so fast asleep it didn't seem like he cared if I  was there or not.

At that moment the disconnect between us was so much that I couldn't help but cry and think, "Why Brad, why? Why can't you fight for us?", "Do you not love me anymore?", "Am I the problem?" and instead of dwelling on these questions, I laid my head on the pillow so I could see the pain away.