"And if you have a minute, why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know?"
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Maya Beaulieu, born and raised in Montreal, has heard the stories about Lance Stroll, the boy who grew up down the street of where she lived. All the reason to stay...
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Warming: this chapter contains mature content.
September 20th, Suzuka, Mie, Japan
I wake up with a text from Lance saying he already left towards the circuit, and that it wouldn't have been very interesting for me anyway since it was only media day.
But still, there lingers a slight disappointment, I really looked forward to a day with him. Maybe I should've let him sleep in here.
But perhaps an extra day of rest isn't that bad either, it was a long day of traveling yesterday and I missed several hours of sleep which I got back last night.
With a simple reply, I let him know I just woke up - which to be fair was 2 hours after Lance's text - and that I was going to get some breakfast.
He replies back, also after two hours, wishing me a great day, and that he will knock on my door when he's back.
And so he did, the clock tells me it is 7:20 PM when he knocks on my door. I open the door with a smile.
"Hey there," Lance says with a warm smile. "Sorry for being MIA all day. Media day turned out to be more hectic than I expected."
"That's alright," I invite him in by stepping aside. "I understand. How was it?"
He leans against the wall and runs a hand through his disheveled hair. "Chaotic. I'm glad it's over for today. I missed you."
A smile creeps up at my lips, "You missed me?" I ask teasing with a furred eyebrow.
Lance rolls his eyes, but the smile on his lips tell me enough. He takes a step closer, his presence enveloping me. "So, how was your day? Did you explore the area or find something interesting?"
I laugh softly, realizing that my day had been quite uneventful compared to his. "Well, I slept in, had a leisurely breakfast, and then...not much else, to be honest."
"Sounds very good to me."
"It was good," I take a small step forward.
"I have something for you," Lance says, his voice a touch hesitant.
Curiosity piques within me as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, neatly wrapped package. I take it from his hand, my eyes filled with anticipation.
"It's not much, just a little something I picked up while I was out," he explains, a hint of nervousness in his tone.
I carefully unwrap the package, revealing a delicate silver pendant in the shape of a race car. Its intricate details gleam in the soft light of the room.
"It's beautiful," I gasp when I run my finger over the pendant, running the fingers over the details. "Thank you."
Lance takes the pendant from me, and I turn my back to him to he can put the necklace around me.