Formula 1 One-Shots (II)

Max Verstappen [There Is No Us]

A/N Finally managed to write a new one-shot! Portrait a different personality of Max in this one (:

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It is sunny outside and the city isn't as overcrowded as I thought it would be. Hard to believe, but I couldn't wish for something else. Well, except for some ice cream! With a wide grin on my lips, I walk to the next ice cream parlour and order two scoops of my favourite. Two, because it is hard to walk on just one leg and because of that I need two. Even though this saying usually appeals to drinking shots, I think it is fitting for eating ice cream as well. Happily, I eat my ice and savour the sun which is shining on my face. Until a shadow steals my warmth and I open my eyes in annoyance.

In front of me, there is a young man with broad shoulders, and he looks at me like he is expecting me to speak first. I lift one of my eyebrows in a questioning manner and wait for him to speak up.

"Can I help you with anything?" I decide to ask, even though being nice is not my natural behaviour, but I want my sunlight back and for that, the man needs to move.

"Yes...No...Could you..." He stutters but doesn't say anything helpful. This could be taking hours until he finally would say what he wants to say. Grandiose. Pure irony, just to add that.

"Say what you want or move out of my sunlight. Well, both would be great." I grin smugly at him and can observe how he takes a big step sideways. Great, one point checked off. While he is trying to find the right words, I take a closer look at his appearance. He certainly doesn't look back. Muscled body, neatly done hair and light eyes. Usually not my type but definitely good-looking.

"The question might sound crazy, but could you please still answer it?" Look, he can speak. I am still a bit sceptical but also extremely curious, so I nod to accept him asking me that strange question he has in mind.

"I know you aren't supposed to asks woman for their age, but this is what I need to know right now." He looks nervous, gaze flickering from left to right like he is being followed. What is wrong with him?

"I am 22 and I don't have a problem with being asked my age." Simple question, simple answer.

"Good not underaged." He mumbles in his not existing beard and slowly I begin to question in what kind of situation I managed to get into. Well, looking younger than I am could be something I can take as a compliment.

"The second question would be if you have a boyfriend who might want to punch me if I ask the next question?" He does look a bit frightened and for a moment I am ready to tell him a story about my non-existing boyfriend, but I am longing to know what he wanted to ask the whole time. I simply answer the boyfriend question with a no and his face lights up.

"That's great! Not that it wouldn't be great or understandable that you are taken because you are really pretty, but..." The words start bubbling out of him and even though I liked the compliment of me being pretty I stop him.