Racing Against Fate ~ Lance Stroll

Chapter 7

I pushed open the door to my hotel room, feeling a sense of relief as I stepped inside. It had been a long day, and I was looking forward to some peace and quiet. But as I looked down at the coffee table, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat.
There, in the center of the table, was a single white rose. It was simple and elegant, and it took my breath away. I picked it up, turning it over in my hand, and saw that there was a note attached to it. It read: "Sorry - L."
I felt a mix of confusion and surprise. What was Lance sorry for? Had he really left this here for me? I didn't know what to make of it. Part of me wanted to ignore it, to pretend that it wasn't there. But another part of me was curious. What did he want?
I sat down on the couch and looked at the rose, feeling a strange mix of emotions. I couldn't deny that I was attracted to Lance, despite all of our past animosity. He was a talented driver, and there was something about him that drew me in. But at the same time, I didn't trust him. He was unpredictable, and I never knew what he was going to do next.
As I sat there, staring at the rose, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in Lance's head. What was he trying to say with this gesture? Was he trying to make amends, or was he trying to manipulate me?.

I put the rose in a vase on the coffee table, still feeling unsure about what to do with it. After a moment of hesitation, I decided to put it out of my mind and take a shower before bed.
The hot water felt amazing, washing away the stress of the day. As I stood there, I couldn't help but think about Lance and the rose. It was such a strange gesture, and I didn't know what to make of it. But as the water washed over me, I felt my mind start to clear.
When I got out of the shower, I dried off and got into bed, feeling exhausted but peaceful. I turned off the light and closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind of all the distractions and just focus on sleeping.
As I drifted off, I couldn't help but think about Lance again. I wondered if he was thinking about me, too, and if he was feeling the same confusion that I was. But I didn't dwell on it for long. I needed to rest, to be ready for the next day.
And so, with a deep breath and a clear mind, I let myself drift off to sleep.

I woke up early and headed to the track for free practice. As soon as I arrived, I could feel the energy of the place, the excitement and anticipation of the race to come.
I got suited up and headed out to the track, feeling the rush of adrenaline as I put my foot down on the gas pedal. The car roared to life, and I felt a sense of power and control as I navigated the twists and turns of the track.
As I raced around the track, I could feel the tension building, the nerves and excitement of the other drivers and the crowd. I focused on my driving, pushing myself to go faster and take each turn with precision and skill.
After the practice session was over, I headed back to the paddock to debrief with my team. We talked through what we had learned, what had worked and what hadn't, and made plans for the next session.
As I sat there with my team, I felt a sense of camaraderie and teamwork that I hadn't felt before. It was a feeling of being in this together, of working towards a common goal, and I knew that I had the support of my team behind me.
As I left the paddock, I felt a sense of confidence and determination. I was ready for the qualifying, ready to give it my all and show what I was capable of. And as I headed back to my hotel, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be, doing exactly what I was meant to do.