Unwritten Endings [Daniel Ricciardo]

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The race. The way both me, Blake and Michael jumped into each others arms when we eventually registered that Daniel managed to go from 16th on the grid to take the ninth place in the race. I didn't believe that he eventually would overtake 7 positions on the grid, and get into the points, but the cheers from the garage for every time we knew that he had overtaken another car, after another, made my heart race like there was no stop for it.

And the smile of Daniel's lips when we eventually met up with him afterwards was worth all the pain the team had done through this weekend. It wasn't the most amazing result, but it was good enough to leave Portugal with. I didn't care that Daniel was soaked in sweat when I eventually got my opportunity to give him a hug, congratulating him for turning the tables after yesterday's results.

As Daniel told us some details about the race, he turned to me afterwards, asking me with a big smile how I enjoyed witnessing my first race ever in real life. To be honest, the adrenaline in the garage, the way I squealed every time we knew that Daniel had gained a position, it got me hooked again. And I told him that this wouldn't be the last time I'd go and watch him race, getting a wink from him that told me enough for only me to understand.

After a couple of hours passing by afterwards, we could finally leave the track and drive to the airport. I was being hit by a train of tiredness when I eventually sat down in the car, probably all the stress and nervousness from watching the race finally letting go of me, but I didn't even dare even yawn in the car while being seated next to Daniel in the back, who probably were way more tired than I was at the moment.

But one thing made me never stop smiling from the second we rolled away from the circuit, and that was the fact that Daniel secretly searched for my hand and our fingers stayed intertwined all the way to the airport, his thumb caressing the skin of my hand as we all chatted about the race and how much we all looked forward to go back home again.

As fun as this weekend had been, I knew that once I was back home in my apartment, I would finally be able to breathe out, take a moment to take in everything that had happened these few days. But I knew that this weekend was fully needed as it would be some hectic workdays from tomorrow and until the Grand Prix week in Monte Carlo when Formula 1 would arrive.

And I knew somewhere that it probably was quite good for both me and Daniel that he wouldn't be at home much this week, giving us both time to think through what we were creating. I knew that I needed to have a long phone call with Rebecca, and maybe Charlotte for that matter after this weekend.

I was amazed for that matter to travel with a private jet, the luxury of it felt unbelievable, and the boys laughed at my reaction when we finally got seated in the small airplane that would take us directly to Nice. Being able to have a comfortable seat, with space enough for my legs that I could literally have them straight out without hitting the seat in front of me, while the staff on the plane came with some dinner for us as we eventually was in the air. It made me understand that I wouldn't enjoy travelling by a regular flight ever again. But I reminded myself to not get used to things like this. It wasn't like I was even near having the economy to take a private flight everywhere, and I would probably never earn such money to even think about it.

As I scrolled through my Instagram, I looked up quickly as I soon noticed a snore coming from the plane, and a laugh left my lips as I saw the guys, all three of them, had fallen asleep in their seats.

I was jealous of them, but the second I was at the plane, it felt like energy hit me and I was nowhere near even thinking of sleeping. But I didn't blame the others for falling asleep, now knowing how hectic these weekend obviously was for them, not only for Daniel. Quickly snapping a picture of them all, as well as taking an extra of Daniel who's mouth had dropped open, I smirked as I continued to scroll through my Instagram.