Unwritten Endings [Daniel Ricciardo]

The days before

The dinner at Daniel's place was just as boring as I thought it would be, but he assured me that he usually never cooked dinner himself. Apparently the man got prepared meals delivered to himself most of the times, and I could understand that, as he barely had any time to even breathe.

The chicken being way too overcooked, but luckily for myself, I managed to grab some sauce from Daniel's fridge after literally scanning it through after I had been laughing over his attempt on making his own dinner. A part of me was happy that I wasn't really hungry,  because first of all, he wasn't really planning on inviting me over before he had blurted it out over the phone, but also the way he grimaced as he tried to eat it while I managed to pour some garlic sauce over most of my food and enjoy it a bit more than him, I started to feel bad for being able to eat something else than him.

"Is it always this strict for you?" I asked while we tried to finish our plates.

With a shake, he told me that it was strict, but he usually had better food than this dinner in front of us. He explained, in a serious manner, that after a week of way too much of unhealthy meals he needed to cut down on the food that couldn't help him with being in the optimal form before a race weekend.

Even though the clock wasn't much once we finally managed to finish our overcooked and dry dinner, we both were clearly tired once we went over to his sofa to go through next week. Laying down on the other side of the sofa, I brought up my phone to write down the details, also so I knew how much I would have to work in the evenings in case there was an early flight.

The fact that I would have a stressful week only so I could fly over to Portugal made me almost want to laugh, because the trip there was in the intentions of me having some time off and relax, but if I didn't want to ask my boss for a day off because I was seeing Daniel drive, I would simply have to bite my tongue this week. Hopefully it would be worth it, and honestly, I was starting to get a bit excited to watch Daniel race, and a part of me was also nervous over meeting the people he worked with, especially Michael and Blake who was his friends privately as well.

Not that it made things any different, it wasn't like we were together, and we were only friends. But both Rebecca and Charlotte's voices was heard in my mind every time I thought about Daniel, and I couldn't seem to get rid of the thought that maybe, just maybe, Daniel saw me like something better than a friend he brought to Portugal.

"Okay, so I have all the documents here, so the easiest would be if I email them to you so neither of us forgets it..." Daniel said, bringing me back to reality.

To my luck, Blake had seemed to book me a commercial flight with a quick stop in Lisbon in the afternoon, and Daniel promised me that he had been fighting for it to be a late flight as he knew I had some work in my baggage right now. But I still had to leave work earlier on Friday if I didn't want to stress my ass to Nice, but if I stayed at work for a couple of hours longer the days before than I was supposed to, I would manage to fit my hours in.

"...And McLaren has some spare hotel rooms, so you'll stay in the same hotel as us, making it easier for you travel to the track with us. And Blake has done all the details for your paddock pass so you'll get it from him once you're in Portugal. I believe-"

"Daniel," I laughed as he never seemed to breathe between his sentences, making him stop talking as he gave me a worried look. "give me a break to write this all down for God's sake!"

Seeing him breathe out when he understood that nothing was wrong, and just that he told me too much information before I even managed to write it down, he laughed before suddenly grabbing my feet, dragging me closer towards him as I squealed, not knowing what the hell he was doing.