«And I don't wanna lie, but I don't wanna tell you the truth, get the sense that you're on the move and you'll probably be leaving soon, so I'm telling you...stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you.»
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"Thank God we don't have to wear those yellow shirts." Valentina leaned in and tried to speak a bit quieter, although Aurora doubted she didn't want anyone else to hear her. She gave her a look, feeling unamused. "They are fucking ugly." Valentina shrugged.
Aurora shook her head, the smile on her face was hard to hide though. Her eyes scanned around, getting a glance at everyone wearing the typical Ferrari red shirts. It's not like it would've changed anything on being less noticeable in the crowd, but it was Monza after all and it was Ferrari.
"It's not that bad, it's...uh, vibrant?" Valentina snorted, clearly amused by Aurora's attempt to be polite about the color choice. "And you do know we have to wear them tomorrow, right?" Valentina looked like she wanted to gag.
"They look like that German football club, can't remember the name." Her coworker waved her hand dismissively. "At least Carlos and Charles are handsome enough to pull them off. Right?" She raised an eyebrow as if waiting for confirmation.
Her hands felt clammy, and suddenly the shirt she was wearing was maybe a size too small for her, but Aurora managed to nod, giving Valentina a side smile that in her mind might had came a bit too awkward. It wasn't a surprise for anyone how easy on the eye both drivers were, basically a lot of their social media strategy had consisted of taking advantage of that, but Aurora had never had to admit that yeah, they were handsome. It felt too personal, and her paranoid self was making sure to create guilt around it.
"Yeah, I mean — yeah they look good with yellow." It was a scandalous and awful color, but Aurora had found herself looking at Charles with intent throughout the entire week.
Things after Zandvoort had turned out a bit weirder and more complicated. They weren't talking, in the sense that Aurora didn't respond to his messages after Zandvoort, and what with all the fuzz of the race being in Monza they both had a lot of stuff to do with no time to play sneaking around to properly solve things. And the fact that seeing Sloane — being with Sloane — maybe affected her perceptions more than she imagined.
There was also that thing about Charles being suspiciously mad over Sloane and Max, but Aurora didn't let herself think about it for too much. Maybe it was the rivalry after all, or maybe not. She wouldn't know.
"Ah, it's pole for Charles." Valentina started clapping along with the rest of the garage.
Cheers sounded all around, Aurora's hands clapped as well almost involuntarily, her eyes turning to one of the screens that were showing a repeat of Charles' last lap. Her lips tugged into a smile, genuine happiness making its way to her chest. It was always nice to see the reaction and to see Charles happy.
It was the closest thing to relief after the last few races.
"Good for him," Valentina said, her clapping slowly dying. She could feel her eyes on her. "Aurora your cheeks will get sore from all that smiling."
Aurora turned to her and rolled her eyes, however she felt her cheeks getting hot. "I'm happy for the team, come on." She nudged Valentina with her elbow. It was partially true, at the end of the day she was also a fan who just happened to be hooked with one of the drivers.
Just a coincidence.
"At this point, you'll kiss Charles if he wins tomorrow." She was joking, obviously it was a joke, her tone and everything indicated so, but Aurora was so subconscious about it that she felt like someone had discovered her biggest secret.
