Legado | 𝑫.𝑹

Part 36

The Tuesday after the race weekend, Emilia and Daniel flew from Montreal to Sao Paulo.

Emilia didn't feel her usual 100% but she was much better than the day before when her hangover had amplified whatever sickness bug she had picked up by 50%.

The couple - if that's what you could call them since they hadn't actually had a conversation about what they were yet - were all loved up on the jet that Red Bull had supplied them with considering the fact they were alone. For the first time since they had first got together they didn't have to worry about any cameras or fans lurking nearby or having their fellow drivers accidently walk in on something they shouldn't be walking in on.

The minute Emilia stepped off of the jet in Sao Paulo, she forgot about the world of F1.

Taking Daniel's hand, she dragged him from the plane itself, through the air and out to the car park where Bruno was waiting for them to arrive. Daniel couldn't help but smile as he watched Emilia scream her cousins name and run towards him, Bruno catching his cousin in a hug.

"Play nice." Emilia says to Bruno when she pulls away and catches him staring at Daniel.

"I always play nice." Bruno replies with an innocent grin.

"You nearly scared Jules off when you met him for the first time." Emilia reminds him.

"Oh yeah." Bruno gasps. "Daniel, hi."

Emilia hated awkward situations and that greeting had to be one of the most awkward things.

After shaking hands, Bruno just climbed into the drivers side of the car leaving the two arrivals to load their bags and climb in as well. Deciding to sit in the back to avoid any potential Bruno questioning, Emilia and Daniel were having their own little conversation with the odd input of Bruno speaking Portuguese to Emilia and Emilia replying in the familiar tongue.

Bruno then dropped them off at Emilia's house where she thanked him and promised to be over in a few days before he drove off to leave them in peace for awhile.

"I've never heard you speak so much Portuguese before." Daniel comments.

"Because no one on the grid speaks it." Emilia shrugs.

"Its cute, I like the little accent that suddenly pops up." Daniel grins.

"Trust me, the accent will only thicken the longer I spend here." Emilia laughs.

Daniel had been to Emilia's house before and other than the furniture changing, new décor pieces and different lay-out of rooms it hadn't changed much.

The living room was still to the theme of grey that Emilia had adored back in the day and the mantel piece covered with different photos of her and the people she loved most. Old photos of her parents when they were young and happy lined the wall in the corner with the bookshelf pressed up alongside it. On the opposite side of the room either side of tv were glass cabinets that held different helmets - each one holding their own different story.

The wall alongside the stairs was still lined with photos of the wins of Ayrton and Emilia Senna, wins that would forever be frozen in history.

The house screamed Emilia but at the same time it also screamed Ayrton.

Because it was obvious to tell from the second you walked in that Emilia hadn't really changed much after she had gotten access to it.

Other than bringing in new furniture, adding her own essence to the house, the odd repair here and there and maybe changing some tattered wallpaper.