Taming the Bull ~ [Sebastian Vettel]

Chapter 19 - ...Spinning Reds

The world around her was supposed to be in technicolour, and yet that was not how she saw things at all. To Ingrid, everything around her was in greyscale, tragic and lifeless. With another sip of the colourful drink in her hand, she kept on staring straight into space whilst leaning back against the couch she was currently perched at.

All around her she could hear people chattering and bubbling away with laughter, smiles and flirtatious jokes filling the air around her tragic and solitary figure. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't in as cheery a mood as they were.

A warm hand was currently resting on her leg, yet Ingrid barely took notice of it at all. Her mind was too wrapped up in distant thoughts, thoughts of dancing closely with another man. A man named Sebastian Vettel.

As much as she tried, and she really tried, to get him out of her mind, she simply couldn't. Not even with Jenson sitting next to her at the moment, his musky cologne seeping its way into her nose. Not even with his voice whispering something in her ear every once in a while or his hand grabbing at her thigh, did her thoughts waver away from the man in the black mask and his sparkling blue eyes.

The more she thought about Sebastian and how much she had loved those stolen moments with him on the dancefloor, the more the room started spinning in front of her.

Perhaps she should slow down on the cocktails a bit.

It had felt so right, and so good to be in his arms, dancing the night away with no worries in the world whatsoever. She would never be able to explain the feelings she felt when gazing into Seb's eyes. Those feelings were something one would have to experience to be able to even try and form a sentence about the way it felt when that man looked at you. The emotions he always managed to convey made it feel as though his entire world revolved around you, and only you.

Ingrid started feeling hot just thinking about Sebastian's hands on her body, his intense gaze taking all of her in, the flirtatious words coming out of his mouth. Suddenly it wasn't just her thoughts that were spinning, it was her head as well.

Too many drinks, too much noise, and too much Seb had made her feel incredibly dizzy, and with a hushed 'excuse me' she suddenly flew out of her place on the couch next to Jenson and rushed away.

She left a baffled Jenson behind her and started fleeing towards the big glass doors leading to a balcony on the opposite side of the room. Ingrid just needed air, a chilly gust of wind that could make her forget all about Sebastian Vettel, if only just for a moment.

There were too many people, too much music, and too many dancing bodies all around her. It felt as though she was suffocating in her tight and big red dress. Why had she gone for such an impractical item of clothing, it would have been much easier to push through the crowd in a figure-fitting dress, but no, she had to be extravagant didn't she?

The noise around her had turned into a big buzz, she couldn't distinguish anything anymore, not even the voice of Jenson shouting after her worriedly. All that was in her mind was Seb's calming and sweet voice, the voice that she could distinguish from miles away.

Finally, she reached the big glass doors leading out to a large terrace and balcony looking out over the city. Ingrid thanked the gods when she realised that the balcony was empty of people. She hurled herself towards the railing to try and catch her breath and stop him from infiltrating her every thought.

'Just breathe, in and out...in and out.' Was the mantra going around in Ingrid's mind. Just breathe, stop thinking, just breathe. She put her head in her hands and closed her eyes in an attempt to escape from everything; from this party, from Jenson, and most of all...from her feelings.