Not That Into You: a Carlos Sainz fanfic

Ten

Carlos

He knew she was uncomfortable with all the attention. Her hair which had been slicked backwards was now falling around the sides of her face like a curtain, obscuring anyone's chance of getting a proper look at her face. Carlos didn't mind her evasiveness, he understood how hard this was for her and how it put her entire career on the line. But he couldn't deny the pleasure he got from seeing her so worked up, her quick temper and impatience shining through sharply. She had almost refused to get out of the car when he had stopped at the restaurant they were to have lunch in, it was only when Carlos had called her a pussy did she take the bait and step outside.

She shouldered past cameras and fans as gracefully as she could. Carlos couldn't help but grin at her flustered expression from behind her hair, ever so often morphing to a bright smile whenever a cameraman would find a way to get her attention.

Now that they were inside the restaurant she was a lot more calmer although he noticed her curling the pointer and middle finger of her right hand ever so often. A nervous tick.

"Is it always like this?" she asked as she peered up from behind her menu. They had already ordered their meals but she was pretending to peruse through the desserts just so that no one in the restaurant would be able to take a stray picture of her. Carlos had made sure that they'd gotten a private table at an enclosed alcove of the grand dinning space and thankfully they'd been able to find one. It was well away from the crowd and at a good distance from the kitchen. A perfect spot for some privacy.

"Can you calm down, you look so jumpy," Carlos drawled as he took a sip of his coffee. Morgan shot him a glare as she slapped the menu shut and placed it on the table before taking a sip of her watermelon spritz. She'd forgone the coffee entirely, Carlos wondered if she was even human. "You didn't answer my previous question," she snapped, "I hope I'm not talking to Helen Keller here," she said with a roll of her eyes. Carlos almost choked on his coffee but composed himself immediately. He raised his eyebrow at her, "Leave that poor woman alone, and yes it is always like this- that's why I don't go out as often," he said.

She leveled a look with him, "Oh please, you're notorious for being seen with different women from across the world. I think you like the attention and you try to go out as often as possible,"

"Awh did you read about me before you went to sleep? I'm touched," Carlos said sarcastically as he took another sip of his coffee. Just then their food arrived. He'd gone for the steak while Morgan had opted for salmon. "I can see you eyeing my salmon like a feral cat," she observed as she dug into her food. Carlos's cheeks reddened, "I liked the presentation," he admitted. She took in a mouthful not at all conscious about looking messy. Carlos couldn't even count the number of times the women he'd gone out with had been delicate eaters, seeing Morgan dig into her food without a second's consideration made him laugh a little.

"What's so funny?"

"You eat like a caveman,"

She didn't even try to look more refined, instead bit into her focaccia extra hard, her gaze fixed on his.

She finished her meal just as he was halfway done with his. Carlos suspected that she had done it on purpose, to speed up their date and to get back to the house soon. She now sat in front of him, taking sips of her drink, her eyes zeroed in on him in impatience. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he made sure he cut extra tiny pieces of his steak and ate them bit by bit.

"Do you have digestive issues or something? My brother's toddler eats bigger bites than that and he's only 2 years old,"

"You have a brother?" Carlos asked, intrigued with the little window of information she had revealed to him.