𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

~𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜~

Carlos, George and I got send to get Lewis and Y/N for breakfast and afterwards the drive to the airport. Our media teams wanted us four Drivers to make some commercial content. The cameras of Netflix walking behind us as well. I mean I don't have anything against picking up the two, especially because I can see her again. But with a huge camera team plus two media teams in my back it is really stressful and uncomfortable. Everyone looks like shit in the mornings and doesn't want to be in contact with cameras but there we are full of powder and camera makeup.

The 'three' of us gather in front of the door and I knock, which Lewis answers after some seconds. He wears shorts and a giant T-Shirt, typical Lewis. I try to peak past him, looking into the living room, hoping to see my destination. "Morning! Come in!" The World Champion greets us in his typical sunny mood. How can someone have such a good energy this early? Probably because of the cameras.

We walk to the sitting area and take our places, acting like there isn't a team of fifteen people following our every breath. Carlos and I position ourselves on the right couch and the two Mercedes Drivers on the left one. "Ok, now do a little bit of small talk, about the past races, the season start or what you are expecting for the rest of the season. We just want a little clip between the racing scenes." One of the Netflix Gremlins says. So we do what we got told.

Suddenly one of the double doors behind Lewis and George slides open. Finally. I have asked myself where she could be. She stands at the top step, looking through the room. As her gaze falls onto the camera her expression changes. She looks nervous and uncomfortable. Good, we feel the same. The only difference between us is that the camera is pointing at me while she can stand there and observe without any problems. She does exactly that, standing and observing. Her gaze wanders through the room.

As her blue orbs clash on mine, a tiny smile spreads over her lips. She waves at me before turning back around to her room. I instantly get a smile on my face, good she is so cute. She disappears and returns with a hair brush in her hands. Only now I notice that her hair are wet. She starts combing them while listening and watching us. Her face still looks slightly stressed. Is she uncomfortable because of the cameras or of the strangers here? As her gaze returns to mine, she smiles softly. Her eyes stay on mine, which gets me into a little trance. Her dark blond hair looking soft and fall straight around her shoulders as she brushes them. Her storm blue eyes observe my face, which gives me butterflies. Her long tanned legs peak out of cycling pants and her chest rises and falls softly in a crop top. Merde, she looks fucking good.

Her eyes stay on me, which lets the butterflies make loopings. I want to talk with her and especially touch her again. When I think about the moment yesterday, where I had my hand on her back, I get a tingle in my fingertips. I want to do it again. When my eyes wander slightly down on her, I can see how her stomach and lower back aren't covered with her top. If I would touch her again, I could finally feel her soft looking skin. But what excuse could I have to do it again? God, this woman makes me go crazy.

"Charles, mate!" I hear Lewis voice in the distance, nearly a whisper. I only notice that someone talks with me as Carlos rams his elbow into my side, again because of her. I fixate my eyes on her godfather between the both of us, "Sorry... what did you say?" I try to hide my embarrassment. I also scan Lewis expressions if he knows that I stared at his Birdie.

"You know where Verstappen went yesterday?" My eyes jump over to the cameras. They are still on. Why would Netflix want to know something about a missing Max in a random Post Race Interview? That is normally not something they put into their episodes. Are they sensing something? A story? No, why would they? Then my eyes wander back to Y/N. She stands in the doorway, having the brush exchanged with her phone. Her hair are in a messy bun now and she is typing on her phone.