All the Way - an F1 story

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11 June, 2021
📍Rome, Italy

INCOMING CALL FROM...
MATTIE

"Ehi." Calina had to chuckle at the drowsiness of her brother's voice.

"Ehi tu," she replied, picking at a lone string from the rips in her jeans. "You sound half-dead. Where are you?"

"The hotel. Sebbie's sleeping and I have to go see Alessio." She could hear some rustling, assuming Mathis was shuffling about the room. His face finally came into view, bed head haphazardly covered a balck sweatshirt. "Where are you?"

"Some bar in the station. I'm still waiting on B and Alphie," Calina said, happily accepting the macchiato set out for her by the barista. Mathis entered a room, soft music and a familiar warm voice filling the background. "Alessio?"

"Ciao Calina," the older man called out, the corner of his head appearing in the corner of her screen when Mathis set his phone down on some table. "Venite alla partita stasera?"

"Certo, Ale. Mi sei mancata." The older man snorted, and Mathis reappeared on her screen. "You good, Mattie?"

"Yeah, just sore," Mathis sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Merda, sono stanca. Ale, che cazzo fai?"

"Ti sto aiutando a migliorare quel ginocchio, stronzo. Puoi smettere così posso mettere su questo nastro?" Leave it to Mathis to be an absolute shit-disturber to anyone older than him.

The background behind him changed, as Mathis bid goodbye to Alessio and left the room, beginning his journey back to his hotel room. "What time are you coming to the stadium?" he asked, pausing halfway to  greet one of his teammates.

"Probably for seven, if it starts at 8. But when Bastien gets here, we are going to my hotel, then the car is coming to get us." Calina said, thanking the barista and handing him a few coins, before pulling up her mask, grabbing her purse, and walking further into the station. "Don't you have to get ready?"

"Yeah, I'm getting ready–get up, pig–because we have a meeting, and then we go to the stadium."

"Go get ready, we'll talk later, Mattie," she said as she found a vacant bench to sit on, chuckling at hearing Sébastien groaning at how he was woken up so rudely.

"Bye, Callie." The screen went blank, and Calina's music from before resumed playing through her headphones. She watched on the screen as the status for the train coming from Milano Centrale changed to "arrived", and soon enough, Calina could see the little boy hobbling alongside her uncle.

"Calinaaaa!" her little cousin screamed, running full force into her open arms. Damn, she missed the five-year-old, despite his inhuman amount of energy.

"Alphonse, tu m'as manqué. Es-tu excité pour le match?" she asked, carding her fingers through the boy's soft blonde mop.

"He wouldn't shut up about it the entire train here," Bastien huffed, his son gasping when he heard "shut up". "Took me half the time just to convince him to wait to put his jersey on."

"I wanted to wear it," the boy huffed, grabbing at Calina's hand as they began to walk out the station. "You were just being rude." Calina laughed at her cousin's sass, while Bastien, who she knew was very amused, had to play the dad role.

"You need to stop talking to Charles. He's teaching you too much," Bastien muttered. Of course it was Charles. The guy always loved to annoy the hell out of Calina's uncle, ever since they were kids.