"ITS LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO!"
Two Spaniards.
One passion.
Formula One is the only way forward for her.
He's already in her dreams.
Or maybe not. Maybe she's in his.
(There are bits of spainish in here just for warning but it does have a trans...
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"So what would you like to do now." Clara asked watching as Carlos struggled carrying all the bags. It's not that she forced him or ask him too hold them, he insisted. "Do you maybe wanna grab some dinner?" Throughout their time out Clara heard the man's stomach rumble a few times, she had asked if he would to get food. "I did ask if you wanted something, but yeah." Both smiles grew. The thought of food and the smells as the neared to the restaurants clouded their minds. Mhmmm Italian.
After both ordering a pizza, typically Italian dish, to share the meal quicken came to the end. It can't have been more than 2 hours later but both were a slight bit tipsy and enjoying themselves. Clara thought it was best if they headed back home, which it was. Gripping onto each other as their vision was just a tiny bit blurry. "Hey you should probably stay with me," Carlos mentioned staying at his again and Clara's thought wondered back to her time there before agreeing. He said his home was closer than her flat she was renting out, whether it was or not was a different question. Arriving at his familiar house the two flopped down on his sofa out of exhaustion. Carlos making Clara yawn they then look at each other attempting to hold their burst of laughter. It didn't last long before the whole house was filled with them giggling away.
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Waking up the next day felt strange. Clara wasn't in the bed she had planned to be in for the morning. That was when she remembered the amazing night she had just experienced with the Mclaren f1 driver... Carlos Sainz. Getting out bed the girl headed down to the kitchen for breakfast and an ice cold drink, much needed. Rummaging through the bare cupboard she came across a box of cereal, had she heard it before? No, never. While munching on her cereal a shirtless Spanish man danced his way into the kitchen not noticing Clara. Clearly having headphone in his ears the girl coughed trying to require his attention yet she failed.
"I really need to go shopping," the man mumbled to himself as Clara nodded knowingly. Getting up from her place she nudges Carlos in the back slightly. Ripping his headphones out his eyes become wide. "Oh shit! I am so sorry I forgot you were staying here" Trying to cover up as he was only in his underwear. Clara couldn't help but stare and just hum at his comment. At this point Carlos was bright red out of embarrassment. "uhhh..." The silence grew louder. Carlos' eyes caught the bowl of cereal on the dinning table. "Urm, where did you, find the urm cereal." He couldn't help but stutter. "Oh let me get it for you." Even though it's not her house she knew where the cereal was... Strange. Once again she brushed passed him and stood on her tip toes reaching for the food once again.
