THE FERRARI BOY | CARLOS SAINZ [ AN ]

1: the plane

I get on the plane to London. The big smile on my lips shows my pride and joy. Indeed I had been contacted by Christian Horner himself for an appointment that could end up in a contract for the next season.
I sit down and get a call from my best friend.

Me: "Hey Morane I'm on the plane". I laugh. "Plus we just left each other". I laugh even harder.

Morane: "I know but I just forgot to tell you that I'm waiting for your message when you arrive and that I'll miss you".

Me: "I was going to do it and you're going to miss me because you need me for Spanish or for my incredible humour".

This appointment had cut short my holiday in Spain with Morane. It was a little surprise for my birthday but the problem was that she didn't understand a word of Spanish despite all her efforts to do so. But fortunately for us I had an excellent level and for that I could thank my origins.

Morane: "Both" I hear on the other end of the phone. "You can't give me some of your Portuguese blood to see. I laugh at this joke.
Me: "say the one with Spanish blood" I laugh helplessly. I hear her complaining but something catches my attention.

A man sits next to me but I can't see his face because of his cap. I look away.

Me: "Mo', I'll have to leave you". I hear her complaining that time was going by too fast. "I know, kiss sis" she kisses me and I hang up.

The man next to me has his phone pressed to his ear and starts talking in English with a little Spanish accent.

The man: "I will kill you. You saw what flights you booked. I knew I should have done it myself. Stop laughing it's not funny."

I can hear the bursts of his voice but not enough to reconstruct the conversation. The man continues to complain until a stewardess asks him to hang up his phone in Spanish. He did so without flinching and apologised to her.

Thanks to this I was able to confirm what I had said. There was no doubt that he was Spanish, given his accent. I had not yet dared to look at him. The man gave off something special and my heart was pounding.

The seatbelt sign was displayed above our heads. So like all the other passengers, I put it on. But as I fasten my buckle my phone, which was sitting on my lap, falls to the floor.

I gasp with displeasure at my clumsiness and go to retrieve it but the man on my right is quicker and gets it before me. He straightens up, my cheeks were already red, and he hands it to me.

The moment our eyes meet I immediately recognize the Ferrari driver, Carlos Sainz. I am shocked, but he smiles at me and answers in Spanish.

Carlos: "I guess this is yours. His hand still extended towards me. "Are you okay?"
I shake my head and decide to pretend I didn't recognize him.

Me: "yes I'm fine, I..." I stop talking as I realize I had started speaking in Portuguese I close my eyes for a moment to resume in Spanish. "Sorry, I got confused. Thank you very much."

He smiles at me and fastens his belt. He smiles gently at me.

Carlos: "Don't worry the two languages are close and I guess you are Portuguese". I nod my head in agreement. "But you were speaking French just now, weren't you?
Me: "Yes, I was born in France. My family is Portuguese and taught me the language."

He makes a small exclamation sound before adding a small this is cool I nod but we are cut off by the stewardesses who start explaining the safety rules.

I don't listen at all to the instructions that I know by heart from years of experience. I think about Carlos who is sitting right next to me and wonder what he could be doing there.

I think back to his call and remember that the caller seemed to have a British accent. I immediately make the connection with Lando and smile.

The carlando is not dead it seems....

I smile even more at the thought. Indeed, Carlos and Lando's friendship was my favourite relationship in the F1 world and I was looking forward to seeing it in real life.

During the explanations, I took the opportunity to take a look at Carlos' profile. He was even more attractive in person than on TV. The hostess finished her explanations and went to sit down.

The plane started to take off. After the plane had stabilised a little my neighbour turned to me.

Carlos: "What brings you to London? "He asks, scratching his cheek.

Me: "Work, I have a job interview that could change my whole career and make my dream come true". I reveal to him with a smile

Carlos: "Oh yes, and what a dream it is". He looks at me with his piercing eyes.
I panic, I can't reveal this to him or he'll know I know him.

think!!!

I look behind him and see a man reading a cooking magazine from a top chef in London.

Me: to become a chef and maybe I will be able to work with Michel Roux.

I have no idea who this man is but from the look on Carlos' face he seems convinced.

Carlos: Well, I hope you succeed and I also hope your dream comes true.

Me: Yes, thank you. Why are you going to London?

Carlos: I'm going to see my best friend. He is British and he invited me to spend some time at his place before work starts again.

Me: Okay you have a seasonal job then. I play innocent to see what he will say.
I see he's choking on his spit and I hold back the laughter.

Carlos: Yes, you could say that. It's... It's in the event sector. He coughs after his sentence and avoids my gaze.

Me: That's cool, the event sector. I don't believe the lie, which is not credible at all. I hold back my laughter as best I can.
He nodded and asked the waitress to bring him a glass of water. If you ask me, a very nice way to change the conversion. I decide to go along with him and look no further.

The hostess brings him a bottle of water and drinks it. I watch him drink, a small drop escapes his lips and slides down his neck. I turn my head hastily as I feel my heart racing.

Fucking heart it was only a drop! Why are you reacting like that !

Carlos: By the way. I turn my head and see him wiping his lips which makes my pulse speed up even more. "What's your name?".

Me: "Oh yes, that's right. My name is Carla". I had completely forgotten that since I know what his name is. "And you, what's your name?

Carlos: he laughed a little and I know it was because of the similarity of our first names. "Carlos, my name is Carlos. He smiled at me.

Me: "I would have liked to do it on purpose, but I wouldn't have succeeded". I say laughing.

Carlos: Me too, but it's a very nice name. To tell you the truth, I'm not used to hearing it.

Me: Well, in France and Portugal there are tons of them. I tell him.

We continue to talk like this throughout our journey. Until we arrive on London soil.

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I hope you enjoyed this first chapter.

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