Unwritten Endings [Daniel Ricciardo]

A missing piece

The week went by slowly, even though it was filled with meetings, schedules to take care of and preparations for the whole office so we all could do our best during the Grand Prix week. I quickly realised that this would probably be one of the bigger events I would work with when Formula 1 eventually would arrive, and I couldn't help but let a giggle leave my lips as I read the very much detailed schedule over the fashion show that would take place. 

To see the names of drivers that I had seen drive around in Portugal, to know that they would be in the fashion show to show up some of the clothes, I could only picture in my mind how it would look like if Daniel would participate. 

But maybe it was a good idea for both him and I that I didn't find his name in there. Because I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my job with him around, but I had to ask him if he had ever been involved with this event before. 

Speaking of Daniel, after that kiss we shared for one last time before he jogged back to the car, we had barely spoken. 

I knew, of course, that I could have been the one to take time and give him a call, or send him a text whenever I had time. But every time I tried to write something to him, it always felt like I had no idea what to write to him. And I did stare at his name for way too many times as I had been debating if it was a good moment to try and call him, but I always seemed to chicken out as I was scared that I could interrupt him. 

So there was silence. Like complete silence. And the silence made me start overthink everything. Whether I had done anything wrong, or if this was me starting to push him away without my knowledge. I really hoped that neither of those two options was true, and I eventually decided to simply text him this weekend before the qualifying session as well as the race, hoping that he could get even better results this weekend. 

I tried to push those feelings away as much as possible, making sure to take time these days to both call Rebecca, my brother and have dinners together with Charlotte, who still seemed to not being fully recovered from her unfortunate night out we had. 

I had been laughing when I first saw her at the office and she immediately told me how happy she was for having me back in Monaco after the weekend where she had been trying everything in her power to avoid going out with her friends. 

It was a Friday night and Charlotte had invited me over to hers, where I finally got the opportunity to see her luxurious apartment that made me realise that she probably didn't even need to work because by the looks of the interior, the view from her windows and literally every single detail in her home, I knew that she probably had a lot more money in her pockets than she wanted to admit to. 

We quickly agreed on after sharing on a bottle of red wine, that she would come over to my place and watch both the qualifying and the race together with me during the two days we had free from work. 

Charlotte was very much filled in on everything that happened in Portugal, and her squeal that came every time I told her more, could probably be heard everywhere in Monaco, making my ears start bleeding when I lost count for how many times she had looked like a small girl on Christmas. 

"So what are you two now?" Charlotte asked after I had finished telling her about my amazing weekend. 

Looking at her in silence, I took a sip of the wine in my glass. "I don't know to be honest, we haven't talked since they dropped me off." 

Charlotte was about to say something, and I could see what she was thinking, but I stopped her before she even could say it out loud. 

"BUT! I know he's busy, like he's in Barcelona this weekend and racing. And to be fair, I can also be the one contacting him, but Charlotte, I have no idea what to write to him." I sighed, looking out through the window that had the view of the ocean beneath us, "Like, it now feels like I have no idea how to approach him, with all this new things going on."