The Fight • Max Verstappen•

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SCARLET

"This is for you," Lewis smiled as he handed me a French Martini, "Max told me it's your favourite." He winked.

I nodded and took the coupe from him. "You're right it is; surprised you didn't know that, though." I sassed back before taking a sip of the drink. Yummy.

Lewis took a step towards me and placed a kiss gently on my cheek. "Thank-You for arranging tonight." He grinned before a figure took his attention away. "Just to let you know, Lando just walked through the door," Lewis warned.

There was one person I didn't want to see, Lando, hence why he had not been invited by myself, however the paddock was small and I knew he would find a way to be here. I had nothing to say to him, but I knew that if this situation were going to get resolved, then I would need to be the one to talk to him. He had placed himself on the throne of truth, or as George said, the thrown of deceit, and Lando had never been the one to think more than five minutes ahead of time.

Lewis placed his hand on my shoulder. "I can ask him to leave if you like?" He asked sweetly. I shook my head. "It's not like I'm the biggest fan of him, so I don't mind." Lewis chuckled.

I knew that Lewis had tried to take the young Brit under his wing, and for a while, it had seemed that they might be the next British duo. Still, Lando had never truly respected the world champion and would often shrug off his words - unless he was being compared to Lewis, and then he was the best thing since sliced bread.

"No, don't worry, tonight is all about you and your win!" I beamed. Lewis looked at me with a crooked smile, I knew he would rather have had me ask Lando to leave, but I didn't want any more drama. "I'll be fine, but I think a shot of tequila is going to solve everything."

Lewis threw his head back in a fit of laughter. "You and tequila." He got out between laughs. "We'll have two shots of tequila, please." He said, turning to the bartender. "A shot of coffee to start and a shot of tequila to finish." Lewis smirked as he looked at me with his sensational eyes

I raised my brow and cocked my head in amazement. "I can't believe you remember that." I gasped.

The bartender placed two shots in front of us with salt and lime, although Lewis went straight in for the shot. I shook some salt onto the back of my hand, licked it and then downed the shot before biting down on the lime.

Our faces screwed in sync as the liquid moved through us. I gestured for two more as Lewis pushed the empty shot glasses back on the bar.

Lewis looked at me with admiration. "It's what you said to be the first time we met, and I asked you what your perfect day was."

I went back to the first time I met Lewis. It was December 21st, and it was snowing, and if you've ever experienced snow in London, you will know that the whole city goes into panic mode. He had arranged to meet me at a small hotel bar just off of Piccadilly, and when I walked through the door, I went into panic mode. I saw the reigning world champion standing waiting for me with a folder in his hands.

That day changed my life, but Lewis continues to change my life every single day I get to spend with him. It is true what people say about him; he does exude positivity. When I am with him, there is nothing I can't do.

"Everything else between the coffee and tequila can be anything as long I am giving 100% and enjoying myself," I said to him as I continued to reminisce in my head.

The gentleman placed the two shots in between us. I picked mine up, "To you, Lewis, for the race win, for being the greatest of all time and most importantly for being you." I toasted.