Horner's daughter

First date.

He was unprepared for the beauty that awaited him when she stepped out of the lift. She too was casual in a blouse and jeans but she still looked effortlessly beautiful. Her smile shone brightly as she saw him and approached and Max couldn't help but smile back. It was infectious.

"Hey" she said grinning.

"Hey, shall we go?" He asked.

She nodded and they set off to his car as he of course had offered to drive. He loved to drive even in a normal road car and he was planning to try and impress her with his speed. He realised he would be showing off but he couldn't help it.

She loved it however, laughing as he accelerated through southern France. "Are you trying to impress me Max?" She asked teasingly.

He blushed, embarrassed that she'd figured out his plan and tried to think of a reply but he couldn't so he just laughed brushing it off as best as he could.

They arrived at the bowling alley as they'd decided it was best to do this first. They got the bowling shoes and chose an alley, sorting everything out.

She turned to him "I love bowling. Hope you're prepared for a challenge Max. I won't go easy on you" she smirked.

"Y/N I'm so good at bowling, you need to watch out. This will be my crown."

"Oh it's on Verstappen. We will see about that "

Their competitive nature had come out in full force and they were both teasing and trash talking each other, trying to put the other off. They were having a lot of fun along the way of course, laughing and joking when the other missed the pins or didn't knock down many and then gloating when they got a strike.

It had come down to the wire in their final game before they'd leave and have dinner. They were level on points so everything counted. Max bowled first, knocking down a respectable 7 pins. He then bowled a further two pins, narrowly missing the final pin, which he wasn't pleased about. He tried again on his final throw but still missed. He heard her giggle, which ordinarily he would like but competitive Max was complaining that he might lose. Now he was focused on distracting Y/N so that he could win. He tried everything but no such luck. She bowled a perfect strike and had already won and her next two bowls also went well. She'd won.

She turned to him grinning "Well what can I say?" She teased "I told you I wouldn't go easy on you "

He rolled his eyes as the competitive side of him simmered down. "I'll beat you next time."

"Next time?"

"I have to get my revenge don't I?" He winked.

She laughed "I guess another win for me couldn't hurt." She'd enjoyed the evening so far and was looking forward to the meal.

They found a small, cosy looking restaurant and decided to enter sitting in the corner inconspicuously. They spent the rest of the night teasing each other about the bowling but also talking about other things like their childhoods and experiences, becoming even closer.

When they'd finished their meal and closing time was upon them they left thanking the staff for the nice food. In similar fashion to their arrival, Max sped home, enjoying her excitement at the fast pace. He pulled up to the hotel and walked her to her room, feeling sad that their night had to end.

She smiled at him, opening the door. "I had a lot of fun tonight Max. I'd love to do it again if you have some time free. Congratulations on the win again, I knew you'd bounce back after Baku. I believed in you."

He was touched, it meant a lot to hear that she believed in him and had faith in him. "Thank you, I had a great time. Can't wait for next week in Austria. Text me in the meantime?"

"Of course I will. It's our track next week, I'm sure you'll smash it" her eyes were sincere.

He flushed shyly "Thanks Y/N. I'd better go anyway. Sleep well" he went to leave but she grabbed his hand to pull him back.

She pressed a kiss to his cheek, her soft lips warm against his pale skin "Night Max, see you soon."

"Yeah see you" he said slightly in a trance. He waited until she shut the door before he pressed his hand to his cheek that was still tingling. Jesus Max, he chided himself, you're acting like a lovesick idiot. He probably looked so strange to outsiders, standing with his hand to his red cheeks with a small smile gently tugging at the corners of his lips. He shook his head and headed back to his room, knowing he had to wake up early to return home tomorrow. He couldn't help but feel slightly sad about that but he cheered himself up knowing that he would see her again in a week and then see her the week after that. He couldn't wait. The realisation was hitting him more and more every time he saw her. He, Max Verstappen, had a large crush on Y/N Horner. The driver and the boss' daughter. He hoped it would end better than it sounded.