Hearts on the track

Cap. Two

The past few days have been extremely busy. I managed to stay updated on the strategies formulated for the new season and the data analysis of the races and cars from the previous seasons. The highlight of my week was when I presented a new project to the team, proposing the implementation of a new simulator with some innovative modifications, and I received high praise and everyone loved the idea. The office atmosphere had become less tense for me, and I increasingly felt at home.

At the moment, I was in my hotel room packing my bags to catch the plane to Monaco. The team was moving to our base there for the team presentation event, which, according to Sarah, was going to be "extremely blasting" and would require a trip to the shopping mall. I've never been a big fan of flying, but I would have to get used to this new means of transportation. For this trip, Ferrari had provided the company's plane since the entire team was travelling to Monaco, which meant that the usual indefinite hours spent at the airport were reduced.

When I approached the plane, I handed over my bags and boarded. To my surprise, it was quite different, with much more spacious seats. Instead of having all the seats facing in one direction, there were seats facing each other, creating a cozier environment. Due to my anxiety about being late and missing the flight, I arrived too early as the plane was empty except for one person. Carlos Sainz was sitting a few seats ahead, and when he noticed my presence, he looked at me and flashed a welcoming smile.

I returned the smile and made my way towards him. It would be the perfect opportunity to establish a friendship with one of my drivers.

"Is this seat taken?" I admit my heart was pounding a bit as I asked this question. After all, this man was drop-dead gorgeous, and no one could remain indifferent to him.

He took out his airpod from his ear and replied, "No, not at all. Please, have a seat. Sophia, right?"

"Yes! And you're George Russell, correct?" This was me, Sophia Taylor Anderson, trying to make a joke to hide my noticeable nervousness.

Before I could mentally curse myself for what I just said, Carlos burst into laughter and said in his Spanish accent, "Dios mío, you've got a sense of humor." His relaxed presence made me feel more at ease, and I immediately broke into a smile. "So, are you ready for the adrenaline?" he asked smilling

"I was born ready for this, but I should be asking you that, considering you're the one driving at 300 km/h for a living?" I asked playfully as I settled comfortably in the seat in front of him.

"I can always lend you my car for a try," Carlos said, raising an eyebrow. The statement gave me a twinge of sadness deep in my stomach. After all, all I wanted was to be in his position, but I pushed that feeling aside.

"I accept the seat swap! Do you want my stack of statistics and data sheets to analyze?" He burst into laughter, and the conversation flowed very naturally after that. The energy around him was definitely enchanting. After an engaging conversation about what Carlos would be like in an analyst position, a sound from the back of the plane caught my attention.

It's none other than Charles Leclerc. The first time I saw him, he was a distant figure in the meeting room. A face among many. But now, seeing him for the second time, my feelings are quite different. I can feel the hostility in the air as his eyes pierce into mine, challenging, as if he doesn't want me there. He stands tall and imposing, surrounded by an aura of confidence. His eyes are focused on me. I feel the tension between us like an invisible force field. My heart involuntarily races as our gazes meet.

I inwardly threaten my own emotions because after the comment he made to me in the meeting, I shouldn't be feeling anything like this. He made it clear that he didn't like my position on his team, but I wouldn't let that stop me from doing my job, and it certainly wouldn't bring me down. He didn't want to create a friendship, so I could at least maintain an extremely professional relationship and only utter the necessary words.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and turned my face towards the window on my right. Charles moved decisively to our seats, sat next to Carlos, and casually played with his phone, murmuring with indifference, "These seats are taken, feel free to occupy one of the many other empty seats."

If I thought what he said to me in the meeting was unnecessary, it was because I didn't think he would say that. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out.

"Charles, I agreed to let Sophia sit here. Why are you being so arrogant? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" Carlos asked, putting his arm around the now-labeled rude pilot's shoulders.

"Alright, I'll find another seat. I don't want to be a bother," I replied with a sharper tone than usual. It's not normal for me to use this tone of voice, but something about this man makes me want to smash a pineapple on his head.

Before Carlos can say anything, I stand up and move to seats further back in the plane. I try to think about what I did wrong to receive such hostility from him, and as I move away, my body is filled with restless energy that I can't understand. I feel a mix of anger and frustration because, for so long, I admired the skills and beauty of those greenish-blue eyes, and in a fraction of a second, everything came crashing down.

How can someone be so arrogant when we're competing for the same goal?

I'm pulled out of my thoughts as the plane begins to fill up with people, and after a few minutes, we're in the air on our way to a new adventure.

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2 chapters in one days bc why not! Tell me guys that are you fell about this story pls it's my first time <3