The Limit (Sebastian Vettel)

7. Truce For A Day

Seb took a sip out of his pint of beer, his eyes darting from left to right as he tried to spot Lily. He'd been watching her ever since they'd arrived back at the hotel, worried about her. She looked so pale, so fragile, nothing like the Lily who'd had his dick in her mouth just two short months ago. Was the memory of losing her dad still so painful? Or had something else happened?

Where had she gone? He couldn't see her anywhere now. He could see her brother, Joel, stood talking to Violet. He could see her young redhaired sibling talking to one of her other sisters, but he couldn't see Lily. Come to think of it, he couldn't see Damon either.

He began to wander around the room, nodding in acknowledgment as he passed people he knew.    Perhaps she'd already left?  He didn't think she would have though. This was for her dad. She'd be here till the end.

"Hi, Sebastian," came a voice from behind him.   He turned, and to his surprise he saw the redheaded Scott girl.   She was staring at him with a very nervous expression on her face.     She was a very pretty girl, although way too young for him.   If he remembered correctly she'd be about eighteen now.  

He stopped and smiled.  He didn't want to appear rude.   "Hello," he said. 

"Oh my God.  I'm going to make such a fool out of myself now.   I'm a big fan of yours, it's such an honour to meet you!   I'm Poppy, Poppy Scott. I just had to come and say hi!"   Seb tried not to laugh at how fast she spoke.  It was as if she was trying to get all her words out before she changed her mind.  

"It's a pleasure to meet you Poppy," he said, holding his hand out.   She took it and shook it, perhaps a little over enthusiastically.  

"Wow, I can't believe you're here!"

"Your father was a great man. I had to come..."

"I don't really remember him that well.  I just remember watching him race, and the love we shared for racing.   I can't wait to get started at Toro Rosso."  Seb raised an eyebrow. 

"Toro Rosso?"

"Oh gosh, of course.  You don't know.  Why would you know?  I'm starting an apprenticeship with their PR team.  I'm so excited!"

"That's great news! Congratulations," he told her. 

"Thank you.  I won't keep you, I just wanted to say hi."

"I'll see you around the paddock Poppy.  Was lovely meeting you," he said warmly.   He meant it.  She seemed a lovely friendly girl, the opposite of her prickly sister.   He watched as she started to walk away before calling after her on the spur of the moment. "Poppy!"
She turned back around.

"Yes?"

"You don't know where Lily is do you?   I wanted to speak to her but she's vanished."  Poppy grinned at him.   Seb got the feeling that her mind was working overtime about exactly why he wanted to speak to her sister. 

"She went out the back to get some fresh air," the young girl told him. 

"Thanks Poppy."    He looked around, trying to find the way outside.  In the end he asked the man behind the bar.   Heading in the direction he'd been pointed in, he found himself in the corridor outside the toilets.  At the end of the corridor was a door with the word "jardín" on a sign above it.    Seb pushed the handle down and stepped outside.   

He was immediately hit with a slight sense of regret.  His coat was still hanging over the back of his chair inside the function room.    The wind had got up.  It was bitterly cold.    

He glanced around to see if he could see Lily but there was no one about.    He was about to turn and head back inside when he heard raised voices from the bottom end of the garden.