Reflections-C.L

The art of eye contact

Qatar GP-November 22nd,2021
Party,12:36 a.m

Lydia was sitting alone at the rooftop of the building drinking vodka from a bottle she had found earlier that night on top of the bar. She was too tired to stay at the party so she decided to go there and get some fresh air. Hass hadn't renew her contract and Ferrari hadn't given her an official answer so she was anxious. The only thing she new was that she couldn't tell anyone about Ferrari.

Charles felt a little tipsy while walking through the crowd trying to find somewhere peaceful to stay. He saw a staircase going somewhere where he thought was the rooftop so he thought to himself why not and decided to go up.

He went up and he saw her. The girl that came into everyone's lives that season making their work even harder. The girl that passed him in every race and the girl that made him always angry during a race.

She turned to look at him. He was attractive she could see that but she wanted to focus on her career. She thought he was a good driver and a fair player. He would even be her teammate if Ferrari decided to give her an official proposal.

"I didn't know you were here. Sorry. I'm leaving"

"Stay" she said
" I mean if you want to" And a part of him wanted to. He stand there thinking for a second.
It wasn't like they have ever talked before. He knew the girl as the rookie driver who came out to become a miracle. But something inside him told him to stay.

He sat beside her on the floor, with his back touching on a wall and the cold wind blowing straight into his face.

They didn't know each other. They weren't even friends. They were acquaintances. But they both felt in peace at the moment. Maybe it was the alcohol they both thought.

"So have you been here for a long time?"he said breaking the silence.
"I came here thirty minutes ago"
"Aren't you cold?"
"No. I actually like it"
"Hmm. So what where you doing before I came up here?"
"You don't stop talking do you?"
"You told me to stay"
"Fair enough. Well if you'd like to know I was watching the stars. How beautiful they look together. Every single one is different and yet they complete each other looking perfect in sync"

He turned to look at her. He never had the chance to notice her. Her big,brown,almond shaped eyes. Her little perfect nose. And her lips. Oh her perfect lips. He felt the urge to kiss them and never let go. Stop it, Charles. He stopped himself turning his head to look again at the stars.

"Lydia"
"Hm"
"How come we've never talked before?"
"I don't know Charles"
"I wish I talked to you sooner"he half- whispered, a part of him hoping that the brunette girl had listened.

They kept talking and drinking taking a sip from the vodka bottle from time to time.He was a good listener when she had something to say and Lydia liked that.

"Charles"
He heard his name coming out of her mouth and he turned to look at her.
When he looked into her eyes Lydia forgot what she wanted to say. She lost her words. She just looked into his and eventually got lost in them.She thought that they were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. She was drowning into his eye's green and she couldn't stop.

He stared at her once more. The wind blowing her brown hair. Her brown eyes shining and her nose pink from the cold. Her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. She was looking so beautiful at the moment.

He looked at her lips and then into her eyes again.
The tension was high.

A strand of her hair fell into her face covering a little part from of it. Without thinking he put the little strand behind her ear.

With his hand on her cheeks they held eye contact and he broke it only to look at her lips before turning his look back at her eyes again.

They started leaning into each other until their lips touched. They both felt the explosion that happened the second their lips touched. So perfect together.They both felt the sparks. They both felt the butterflies fluttering in their stomachs.

And then the realization hit her. She kissed Charles Leclerc. They kissed. And it was perfect. She didn't know if it was the alcohol or the moment but she felt that feeling she hadn't felt in a long time since-

His phone rang and he picked it up seeing his best friend's name on the screen."Pierre".Oh shit he thought to himself. Shit shit shit shit.
He looked at her. Pure panic covering his face. He got up ,still looking at her. He wanted to say something but he couldn't.He just turned around and left, running down the stairs calling Pierre again and again trying to find him.

The girl stayed there questioning what happened. Trying to realize if everything that just happened was real or just an illusion. For a minute she wondered if she did something wrong but she was too tired and probably too drunk to cry or to even think about it. She got up and called Mick to come pick her up.