(to me) your face is love | Daniel Ricciardo

Part 8 - monza

I thanked the taxi driver as he helped me carry the heavy luggage out of the car. I had no idea what to pack for a formula 1 race so I might have overpacked a little. My stomach was flipping and the feeling of nervousness and excitement hit my body. I couldn't put into words how excited I was to finally be in Daniel's arms again. It felt like an eternity. He had arranged his private jet to come pick me up and I was meeting one of his assistants by the security section. At this early hour the airport was as serene as it ever was. The people moved with ease, quiet rivers of humanity. My eyes searched the crowd for a woman wearing a suit. There she was, standing at the exact location Daniel had told me over the phone. I approached her

"Elena right?" I carefully asked being afraid I was talking to the wrong person. Though, when she took of her sunglasses and smiled, I knew it was her

"[Y/N], it is a pleasure meeting you, follow me"

We shook hands and headed over to security. Her black hair flowed sweetly on her back and her tight fitting suit really brought out her curves. She was absolutely stunning and in a weird way it made me feel a tiny bit insecure. If he was surrounded by so many pretty girls all the time, why did he want me? Damn, I have to stop overthinking everything. Elena and I walked over to a separate security line where they took care of all of our luggage as we headed over to the gate. It was pretty weird how I could cut all these lines as a special treatment. I was not used to this at all, and I hate to admit how awesome it felt. We boarded and Elena guided me to my seat. Her and I was the only one on the jet except the two pilots of course. The jet had a sweet lavender smell to it and interior was breathtaking. I nearly lost my vision due to the gleaming wooden tables and the leather seats that appeared to have never been sat in. I carefully sat down and it didn't take long before Elena offered me a glass of champagne. I gladly accepted it and we made a toast. The jet took off and rode through the sky. Slowly, I watched as the buildings that once seemed to tower over me becoming smaller and smaller. I could feel my body posture changing into a more relaxed state as I struggled to keep my eyes open. The sound of the jet was now distant and in the next second I closed my eyes.

I awoke abruptly, wiped the little drool from the corner of my mouth and made eye contact with Elena as she giggled

"Had a good nap?"

"Yeah, I always get sleepy on planes" I giggled and added

"Have we been flying for long?" I looked out of the window

"We are going in for landing soon"

I nodded while being in awe of the clouds we passed. The plane dipped the line between shadow and light moves, and my mind drifted to the melody which had been stuck in my head for the last couple of days. I looked through my bag to find my notebook which carried all the stupid lyrics I had written since I was 16. I had never shared them with anyone and I wanted it to stay that way. I brought out a pen and pointed it towards the book. However, nothing came out. Not a sentence or a single word. A silent sigh left my mouth as I closed the notebook and prepared for landing.

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I stared at myself in the huge wall mirror while second guessing everything about myself. I had taken a quick shower and freshened up a bit before I was being driven to the circuit to meet Daniel. I looked out of the window and saw a bunch of fans gathered outside the hotel dressed in all the different team merch. It was not a surprise that the dominant color in the crowd were red, due to being in Ferrari's homeland; Italy. I looked at the mirror one last time as I studied my newly curled hair softly laying over my turquoise sundress. It kind of brought out my tan as well as my blue eyes. I grabbed my purse and left the hotel room.

The crowd of fans standing outside stared at me as I walked out the huge front door of the hotel. I nervously walked down the stairs with my head facing down. I was kind of scared of making eye contact with someone, even though I knew they didn't know who I was. A guy in a suit opened the car door for me and as I sat down I could hear someone whisper 'who is she'