Unwritten Endings [Daniel Ricciardo]

Portugal

Blood, sweat and tears. Those three words could literally describe my workday when I tried to figure out how the hell I would manage to fix the last details I had to get done before leaving Monaco for the weekend. 

No matter how many times Charlotte passed by to check on me and remind me that I had a weekend filled with upcoming memories in front of me, I was still on the end of bursting into tears over the stress I was filled with. Big decisions, big conclusions and even bigger problems to take care of was in front of me, slapping me in the face. 

An important partner had decided to decline being a part of our project, and I had no idea how I would try to move this project forward. I knew deep inside that it wouldn't take me long to find a new partner that would support us with locations and a helping hand with the events I had emailed them about, but to read that email that they had way to much to do that month, was like running straight into a wall of bricks. 

As feelings washed over me, I was still happy that both my boss and Charlotte had walked by, with my boss assuring me that it wouldn't take long for me to find anyone new to distribute us with locations and a helping hand with the events that was needed for this project to even be possible, but the moment Charlotte walked inside my office was the moment I was about to burst out all my feelings. Feeling overwhelmed with this whole project turning in a way that didn't give me much hope, but also the nervousness over spending the whole weekend together with Daniel, his closest friends and the whole Formula 1 circus. 

Eventually, I knew that I couldn't hold everything I felt inside, and I started to tell Charlotte about our dinner a couple of days ago, how we both had finally gotten to the point where we both could confess that we liked each other. But as great as that felt, to have that let out, I was still having some questions unanswered for some reason. 

To see Charlotte being happy that she was right, telling me that she knew from the second I told her about Daniel that something more would grow between us, I promised her to bring Daniel with me whenever he had time, in a pinky promise to her because she wanted to show Daniel that she usually wasn't drunk and passed out. 

As time flew by after my conversation with Charlotte, my boss came over to tell me that I had to leave if I didn't want to miss my flight, assuring me for the hundred time that we would work out a new partnership for my project next week, as well as him asking me to not think of work the second I left this place.

So that was what I would do, and who was I, if I even spent a second trying to figure out how to go further with my project during this weekend when I would have hundreds of other things to think about. Like meeting Daniel's friends for the first time? Seeing Daniel race? Being with Daniel for a whole weekend in Portugal?

Yeah, there was enough of things for me to think about for these three days that I would be away. But first I had to get home, change into something more comfortable before my cab would come and pick me up, driving me to the airport that eventually would take me to Lisbon for a short stopover before my flight to Faro airport where Blake would meet up with me. 

I knew that Daniel would finish his second practice in the car once I would land in Portimao, and the last thing I wanted to do today, was to distract him from his full focus on the race weekend ahead. Which was also the reason to why I skipped texting him that I was on my way to Portugal now. 

I had Blake's number ready in case something would happen with my flights, and it was a relief to know that I was able to give him a call instead of haunting Daniel in case I wouldn't find Blake later on. 

But for now, my focus was only on being in time for my flight, trying to cool down from this stressful week and now know that I had nothing else to think about except for Daniel having some luck this weekend after his disappointment over his weekend in Imola.