Run Over - 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙮

01 - The McLaren Spider Driver

First thing anyone should know about me is I hate waiting. With a burning passion.

Lili was late to pick me from the airport again. I had visited my best friend more than a dozen times since she moved to Milan to study fashion and she hasn't arrived in time once. However I couldn't hold it against her, her schedule was extremely hectic. Back at home both of us tried to do as many extracurriculars to be able to get into the universities we wanted. When we entered fashion and nursing school the normal thing for the both of us would have been to relax, but only I did. Bzzzz. Bzzzzz. Where did I put my phone?

- Sasha, I'm so sorry the traffic is horrendous today. I'll be there in, like a minute or so... Cazzo, you fuck learn how to use your blinkers! - I inevitably laughed at my bestie, her character is just as strong as ever.

- Don't worry just arrive unharmed, I don't want to have to see any more hospitals I have enough with my rotations.

- I think I see you, light green suitcase? - Lili asks.

- Yeah, I don't see you though. Are you driving the Rangeover?

- No, I will tell you just now...- to say I was confused when I saw a the blob of light blond hair that is my best friend came out of a blue McLaren Spider 720s, was an understatement.

- What? How? - we share a bone crushing hug, while she laughs at my bamboozled look.

- I was at Michael's and my car is at the mechanics after some idiot crashed into me last week.

- Oh no, is your precious pink baby gonna survive? - Lili rolls her eyes at my sarcasm.

- Fuck off Sasha, hahaha. In two weeks it'll be brand new but I had to borrow this for picking you up.

- I'm not complaining, let me tell you that much - I opened the tiny trunk, placed my suitcase and get into the car carefully, aware of the fortune that a scratch would cost to repair in this car - Is there a chance I could drive it?

- Not a shot. It's not Michael's so I can't, sorry.

- I thought you said so.

- No no, it's his friends Ric's. Michael hasn't got this much money girl. But his friend is staying with him in Milano for a few days so he drove here from Monaco.

- Monaco, girrrlll. You are networking your ass off - we both laugh at my fake posh attitude.

The usually hot Italian weather was replaced with a soft and slightly cold breeze as the Christmas season was soon approaching. Pink and orange skies decorated the industrial outskirts of the city making it feel even more romantic. The Aperol Spritz sunlight reflected into the blue McLaren creating a godly color palette.

After graduating a couple weeks ago I was taking a few months off to relax before deciding if I wanted to move out of the UK. Italy was my first option and seeing my best friend softly humming to the music beside me reminded how much my I need her. A content and relaxed smile settled into my face as I chilled in the leather passenger seat. Sooner than later we pull into my friends garage in the center of the city.

- So I was thinking... - Lili said.

- Hell nah, no phrase you have started with those words was a good idea.

- I just wanna go clubbling tonight Sass.

- As I said, hell nah. Also it's already 8 pm I would have to get ready and have dinner, there is no time.

- Pretty pleeease. You know I can glam you up in no time and I have plenty of dresses to lend you - I leave a sigh out. There is just no way. However, I make the mistake of looking into Lili's blue puppy eyes. Well here we go again - I love so much you know - an ear to ear displaying in her face as she know I gave up.

- Better make me look like a goddess tonight Simons.

- If you don't get laid I'll sell my Chanel bag collection.

We both get out the car and get into the apartment. The layout was quite simple and open, cojoined kitchen and living room area with two bedrooms and two bathrooms. More than enough for one person whose boyfriend works all over the world and a few occasional visits. The element that was truly enviable about her house is the closet. As a fashion student with plenty of money who also has an internship at Versace her clothes collection was just out of this world.

I quickly get undressed to hop in the shower while Lili orders the food. The soaps glides over my tanned olive complexion and I shampoo my hair with a lavender scent. Simple but would do the trick, I am about to be drench in perfume but my friend so it's best not to overpower the scent category.

- I got japanese from your favourite place, Alex.

- Thanks love, would you be able to lend me something for tonight? I didn't pack for any clubbing just for a daytime formal event in case - I sit down and start devouring the rolls and sashimi on the table

- I have THE perfect fit - she goes into the closet - after all you have someone to impress.

- I'm more single than a widow, what are you on about?

- Well, you know Ric, the McLaren guy is coming tonight. He said it'd easier to get his car then, but I know Michael convinced him. And you are a 1000% his type Alex - she came out off the closet with a navy blue dress and some sandals.

- Who says he is mine, though - I said while stuffing my face with the food.

- He is good looking girl, and his personality its even better. Honestly if I wasn't in love, I myself would have shot my shot - she places her phone in from of my face. The screen displays a picture of Michael, Angelica and the so called Ric in front of a fire pit an sunset. He had a nice curls and his smile seemed so genuine...

- Fine, I can't promise you nothing though. You know I have a hard time actually clicking with guys - answer back.

- I know, I know. Come on let's get you ready to break some more hearts - we both chuckle, this girl is impossible I swear. We both get ready, sparkly shadow and eyeliner to match. Lili in purple and me in blue. Honestly what a pair of hot pair of best friends we are.

- Let's get it Angèlica! I have to admit you made me look like a million dollars - I said feeling myself.

- You know, fuck it. Drive the car to the club I'm gonna have some shots of my favourite tequila right now - Lili shouts while running to her kitchen.

- Are you sure Angel?

- Yeah, yeah. Just don't crash it.

- Well let's get going before you down the entire bottle of Don Julio.

Getting into the driver seat of the car was an entire different feel, revving that engine, oh my lord. I better start working soon cause my taste for sports cars isn't easily fundable. Angèlica clumsily types the club's address in the gps system and we are off. Just shy of 5 minutes we arrive at one of the most exclusive clubs in the city, I give the keys to the valet and Angèlica comes closer to me from the other side of the car.

- They are just over there - she said, while signaling the two figures next to the door. We head up the few steps in front of the door and my eyes meet some beautiful amber eyes.

- Nice to meet you, I'm Daniel Ricciardo.