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𝐸𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

March 5, Bahrain:

You wake up, in your hotel room next to Carlos.

Y: hey *you kiss him*

Ca: hey *he stretch and take you between his arm*

Y: are you ready ? *he smiles and kisses you again*

Ca: yeah, I think - we will see *he kisses, you sit*

Y: you have to be ready - you have to win

Ca: ouhh, I will tell that to George *you laugh, lie on your stomach, the head in your pillow*

Y: stop it *he lies on you, kisses you* - I knew it, that's not a good idea.

Ca: it's the best idea you've ever had

Y: that's what I came to realize *with an ironic tone*

Ca: *he hits your ass* get up, we have to go get breakfast *he raises*

Y: yeah, coming *you quickly stretch, raise and reach the bathroom* - do you think it will be that much of a choc?

Ca: why ?

Y: I don't know, just answer

Ca: is everything alright ? *he enters the bathroom*

Y: yeah, why ?

Ca: I don't know you're asking questions you've never asked

Y: maybe I'm in a position I've never been in *you smile at him*

Ca: do not stress cause you will stress me - not saying that I'm not already stressed *he smiles, you kiss him* - it's 7. We should go *you nod* - and don't worry as long as we're together, nothing will happen *you smile, put your arm around his neck and kiss him, once, twice...*

Y: you're too sweet

Ca: I know - let's go !

You leave your room and join the Ferrari crew at breakfast. You're at the end the table and don't talk much, it's probably better like this. You listen to them, smile, like the first times you meet someone's family. In this case, you're meeting Carlos'.

Ca: let's go ? We're going to the circuit *you nod finish your breakfast*

You're someone outgoing, open and everything but pictures and paparazzi scare you. You like to have your privacy. You used to go to George's races once a year. You love Baku and went to Silverstone. You went last year to Brazil. You're not used to the paddock, remember last year, you felt very lonely in Brazil.

Carlos opens you the door of his handsome Ferrari, you smile. Who doesn't love a Ferrari?

Y: let me appreciate that beauty *he smiles*

Ca: don't be too long, I have a race.

Y: yeah, coming *you sit and he turn on the car, you leave the parking* - do you think people will recognize me?

Ca: as ?

Y: George's sister - I don't want to be seen as 'the sister that dates every drivers due to her brother's relation' *he smiles* what?

Ca: who cares ?

Y: I care

Ca: you shouldn't - and yeah people will recognize you, you're the feminine version of your brother. *you blow* and we didn't start dating  due to your brother, but due to Lando *you smile*

Y: I don't know what's worst *you both laugh*

Ca: stop it - we've arrived *you smile*

Y: oh, there is some people *fans were at both of your windows, you're very much embarrassed*