Everybody's Talking Now [Daniel Ricciardo]

Lap Eight - Invitation

8.

❝Morgan Blom❞
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05:23 PM CEP

Catching the next metro from the nearest station, we continued our journey to get Daniel's bike at the fancy restaurant across the city.

The vintage black motorbike with two seats still stood exactly where we left it with our helmets locked to the vehicle.

"How pleasant." Daniel had to be very happy no one had stolen it. I could hear his voice crack in a small snort. He was just as surprised as I was. "It seems untouched."

He fixed up the keys from his pockets and unlocked the two helmets. I pulled the black helmet he gave me on my head, giving him a small smile. He didn't stand there for long, watching me hopelessly trying to remove all the hair strains from my face, struggling to clip the helmet on, before he took action and helped me. He leaned in closer, carefully taking the two straps from my hands. His eyes focused on not clipping my skin — his tongue stuck a bit out over his lips in concentration. I took myself in admiring his face as he helped me, hoping he hadn't noticed.

The engine roared when Daniel spun the keys to start the motor. We both got on the motorcycle and the wheels rolled through the streets of Paris.

Daniel rolled up in front of my rented apartment, which was indeed on the other side of the city. We arrived after a good twenty-minute drive. When he turned off the engine, a silence fell upon us in the quiet neighborhood. I pulled off the black helmet and shook my head — the long blond hair was everywhere.

Daniel was awfully quiet. He sat on the motorcycle with his helmet already off. I couldn't quite figure out his face, but something was telling me that the last thing he wanted was to drive the bike with an empty backseat. It made my cheeks blush a bit to think of such.

"If you want to, you can join me inside and take a look," I offered him, making the corners of his mouth move upwards. I went to open one of the side doors leading inside one of the many buildings around this square. Daniel was right behind me when I finally managed to unlock the big wooden gate, revealing a small garden in the middle of all the apartment complexes.

The neighborhood had built small vegetable gardens. The composts were filled with tomato and fruit plants, and a long row with different signs of all herps and spices you could think of. There were cute and colorful benches and small round tables around the courtyard and in one of the corners, somebody had set up a bicycle shed.

I opened a side door to the apartment complex to the left with another key on the chain. Following the many stairs up to the fifth floor of my rented apartment, I opened one of the three doors.

The cute little Parisian apartment consisted of a small hallway with a bathroom to the left once you entered with light and white walls. Further in, there was a big open space with a modern kitchen with an island and two barstools shoved under the counter. A wooden dining table was placed under one of the windows leading out to the busy streets, and a living room era on the other side with a two-seater couch and a screen on the wall. The only bedroom in the apartment was hidden behind the ajar door beside the refrigerator.

I placed the keys in a jar at the entrance and walked in as Daniel closed the door behind us. I felt myself getting a bit nervous when his eyes were scanning the apartment. Luckily, it didn't look as bad as I thought, only with a few pieces of clothes here and there.