Petrichor ~ Lewis Hamilton

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If any of you have read my other stories you know I love a good guy's POV so here it isssss
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Lewis' POV

She looked absolutely radiant, while driving in a rental car through the streets of Paris I couldn't help but get distracted from time to time looking at her.

"Did I tell you you look stunning? Because if I hadn't in the last hour I should have" Her smile widened as she smoothed the fabric of her dress in her lap.

"Yeah this dress is amazing" She beamed.

"It's not the dress Elaine it is you, you look happy, it's a good look on you"

"I...thanks. I am happy. You look great too"

I could see how her cheeks turned a little red as she hid her smile by looking absently out the window.

"I may have a change of plans for today" I confess.

"What are you talking about?"

"We're ditching the party" she hit me on the forearm.

"Lewis!"

"What? First we will go to the gallery, you show me the painting, I invite you to dinner somewhere and I take you to the place I wanted to show you. It's a much better plan" I explain to her.

"And couldn't you have told me before I got so dressed up?"

"Absolutely not, If I was dressed up, you would be dressed up with me."

Also, there was something about seeing her in that dress in an art gallery that I didn't want to miss.

It's like she floated around the corridors, and I could only follow her like a wake, without really knowing where she was going but knowing that I wanted to follow her.

"It was painted last year" She explained, following the same routing as with the painting in Monaco.

"Something important in that folder of yours?" I tease her making the faint to take the folder from her hand but she took it out of my reach.

"She didn't say anything interesting, just some technical things, haven't you looked at anything on the file?" I shrugged my shoulders when she stopped in front of a canvas.

She waited while I glanced at it with a frown, this not being what I envisioned it would look like when we organized the trip.

"It's a bit bland. I mean, not much to see right?" I didnt respond and just stared at it. It was a big but simple painting, the only thing she had painted was a big bed in the middle of a practically empty room where you could see a girl lying down.

I tried to take another look at it with different eyes, maybe it wasn't so bad and it's me who was looking at it in a pessimistic way. But after looking at it for what felt like an eternity the painting seemed the same to me, just sad.

"Lets go see some other artist's work while we're here, it is still not a good time to go to the place that I want to show you" I said suddenly taking her hand to guide her to the next room.