Dancing on the Racetracks ( Formula 1 )

30 ~ Real Life

Henri's POV:

Santiago had been acting weird all weekend before we arrived in Japan, yet every time I questioned him about it, he shrugged, acting like nothing was going on.

Whoever I asked though, no one knew. 

"Hey, Isa, do you know what's going on around here?" I asked, stopping Alex's girlfriend as she walked past with the Haas driver.

"What do you mean Henri?" She asked, confusion written all over her face. Alex stopped too, just as confused.

I let out a deep sigh, one of my hands going through my hair. "Santiago, he's been acting weird lately. And since you seem to have friends all over the place who all know things, I was hoping you had heard something."

She gave me a soft smile, "Wish I knew, Henri. Maybe talk to Santi?" I knew she meant it genuinely, but if Isabela only knew that I'd already tried that.

I sighed again, nodding. Maybe I should just let it go and move on. To be fair, he'd been weird since our dual retirement from the race last weekend in Singapore, it could have something to do with that.

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Around dinner time, Santi showed up for our night out with the other drivers, a knowing smile on his lips as he passed me, going to catch up with the others. "What the fuck is going on Perez?" I asked, groaning. I could hear him chuckle.

I turned to look at him and the rest of the group, all of them just as confused as him. Taking note that Andrew was missing, I rolled my eyes, walking up to all of them, ready to get in Santi's face and ask him what his issue was.

That was until Andrew walked up, with Louisa on his arm. "Sorry we're late guys, terrible traffic", he explained. But I didn't really listen, my eyes glued on her. She still looked so beautiful, more so now, wearing a black dress that hugged her perfectly, an open slit down the middle under where the fabric touched, over her chest. Her hair was down and ... shit ... I'm falling hard