Flores :: Carlos Sainz

Treinta

"You know what I really want to do with you?" Carlos asked and put on his t-shirt. "Go on a bicycle tour."

Eleanor tilted her head and squeezed her eyebrows together. "Like on bicycles?" She turned to her closet and looked through her clothes.

"What else?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. We went from making love to...bicycles."

A loud sigh filled the bedroom. "Ellis."

She grabbed a pair of denim shorts and a linen shirt. "Sorry," she smirked. "But yes, I would like to go on a cycle tour." Eleanor put on the clothes and removed the tower from her head. The damp hair fell around her face.

"Ah, yes! What about Monday?"

Eleanor looked at the Spaniard. His hair was also damp, and she liked what she saw. The morning started off slowly: hangovers, headaches... It got cured with some love and a warm shower. The painkillers were downstairs, so they still had to take them. A smile curved on her lips, she never thought that this would happen between them. She never thought that she would find love in Spain.

"We can do that," she nodded.

"I will come to you. So then we don't have to cycle in Madrid. Also fun, but we can better start from here," he planned.

"Love it," she smiled and walked to the bathroom. "I only have a normal bike, not a road bike."

"The Porsche of the bikes." Carlos followed her to the bathroom and sat down on the rim of the bath.

Eleanor looked at him in the mirror. "You remember that well," she said impressed. "That bike is actually in the Netherlands, so now you get to see a... A normal bike." She put some sunscreen on her face and neck. Then she put a different sunscreen on her hands, her arms under the sleeves and her legs.

"Disappointing."

"Are we going to cycle to a spot or just a trip?" She turned around. "Here, some sunscreen for your face. Keeps you protected. And young."

"Whatever you want." Carlos took the sunscreen from her and put it on his face. "I know some routes through some other villages. We can like village hopping, no stress, just easy. Next time we will go for the speed and long routes."

"I say: let's do it. And once we get back to the Netherlands, I will show you how to cycle in Amsterdam," she deadly serious said and brushed her eyebrows into the right shape. She popped on some mascara, lip balm and her favourite perfume. She would let her hair air dry.

"Oh, I don't know if I want that," Carlos doubtfully said. "I will be instantly dead in a car accident. Or I will end up in a canal. Biking in Amsterdam is not an option in my contract."

"Imagine, in the newspaper: F1 driver Carlos Sainz Junior ends up in cannel because he can't drive a bike in Amsterdam."

"Shut it, Ellis. Don't do that," Carlos mocked and sighed. He looked at Eleanor, she had a playful smile on her face. "It would be tragic, no?"

"Yeah, it would be tragic," she nodded. Eleanor looked at him and walked over to him. She placed her hands on his cheeks. "You are so handsome," she whispered and gave him a kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled. "And to what do I owe this one?"

"Nothing," she giggled. "It's the truth." She kissed him again.

Their moment got interrupted by soft noises from Eleanor's stomach. She looked at Carlos and smirked.

"Let's go get some breakfast," Carlos said and gave her a kiss. "I'm hungry too." He got up and ran his hand through his hair. His eyes smiled, he was happy - even though he had a headache. Carlos bent through his knees and looked hopeful at Eleanor. "I will carry you downstairs."