Unexpected Love - Max Verstappen

Chapter 11 / Sofia's POV

I slowly open my eyes. How could I be so stupid and drink so much? It feels like my head is about to explode. eventually I manage to get up and take a shower. It's like the water is washing off my hangover, but maybe it's just because I took a headache pill before the shower. I've just thrown on my best sweatpants and baggy sweater when there's a knock on my door.

I open the door and George walks in with a grin that I think is too big. „seriously .. you are my best friend.. why didn't you stop me from drinking so much alcohol" I tried to look at him annoyed.

„Hahaha but you know that I was drunker then you. And that's why I couldn't stay through the night and had to go to the hotel earlier" he said and when i took a closer look at him i couldn't miss the traces of his hangover and still had to grin.

"But we both never learn, do we? Still the same as when we were 16" I said and we both had to laugh.

"Now we come to the really important and interesting topics" George said and added directly "How was the rest of your evening with Max? When I left you were pretty close on the dance floor. He looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows.

"To be honest it was a very nice evening. We danced and when we walked to the hotel we walked through a few streets in the sunrise, we talked a lot and in the end he also brought me back to my room. I think I didn't really sleep until seven in the morning." I didn't even notice how I closed my eyes while telling and remembered yesterday.

When I opened my eyes again I saw George's eyes widen "Sofie Amelie Johanna Wolff you're not trying to tell me that you two...

"No, no, no, no" I interrupted my best friend directly "It's not like you think he brought me here and I even asked him if he wanted to come in but he declined gentleman like. He did said he doesn't want to take advantage of it and asked me out on a date today" I had to smile again as I remembered how polite Max was yesterday.

George listened to me, and there it was again his too wide grin. "i'll be honest with you" he paused dramatically "i don't think i've ever seen you so crushed"

I rolled my eyes "Oh shut up, I'm not crushed on Max" I tried to say it semi-convincingly but realized that it didn't work

My best friend looked at me, neither of us saying anything before we both laughed again. Of course I had a crush on Max, who am I trying to tell otherwise?

I tried to concentrate again „To the important issues. Should i wear another dress like yesterday?"

„Nonsense, you don't have to dress up for him. He got to know you how you are." said George and I knew he was right.

George and I choose an outfit, it wasn't wild but an outfit in which I felt comfortable. I was wearing high-waisted jeans and a dark green sweater that was a little more chic because it was made of lace. George and I briefly discussed whether it should be high heels.

"Would you want to wear heels or do you want it because you think Max likes it?" Was the only question George asked me and the high heels disappeared back into my suitcase and I put on my favorite white sneakers. I curled my hair slightly and put on natural make-up.

"Sunshine you look great now go on your date and get the man" George gave me another wink before leaving my hotel room.

A few minutes later there was a knock on my door, it had to be Max. My hands were completely sweaty, why was I so nervous now?

"Hey beautiful, shall we go straight to the restaurant?" Max asked as he managed to meet my eyes.

I nodded and left the hotel.

Max had really picked out a cute little restaurant. The waitress took us to a table in a corner where we weren't sitting in the middle of the presentation plate.

"It's really beautiful here Max" I said and beamed at him.

"I'm glad you like it here, should we share a bottle of wine?" he asked me.

"I'll be honest Max, this morning I thought I would never drink alcohol again" I had to smile "But well that was a few hours ago so what the heck"

Max ordered us the wine and a bottle of water. I order pasta and he orders a simple pizza margarita.

Max beamed at me "I have to admit you were incredibly sweet yesterday, when we were walking through the streets you chattered so much and opened up to me, I really liked that"

I felt my cheeks getting red "I'm not sure if I really want to know what I told you" I had to smile too "But it's also unfair, you know so much about me now and I don't know anything about you."

"That's not a problem, we can change that immediately" said Max and his eyes were shining, how could eyes sparkle like that? "What do you want to know?" he asked me.

"I would like to know everything, I would like to know everything that makes Max Emilian Verstappen the man he is today," I said and was unsure for a moment whether that was too direct, but that's how I was.

The corners of Max's mouth twitched up briefly and a small grin could be seen "Ahhh I see, you still remember the middle name" We both laughed, I could feel the butterflies dancing in my stomach.

Max told me a lot about his childhood and his family, I felt honored what he confided in me, he was such a pure soul, who could have guessed that "Mad Max" the "Evil F1 driver" was so different privately?

I was amazed at how strong the bond was between him and his sister despite the separate years growing up.

"That sounds really great, maybe I'll get to know your sister sometime" I said enthusiastically and became thoughtful the next moment "You know Max, family is the most important thing and you should always appreciate it" I said it almost absently

„Your family sounds so beautiful, even the stories you tell me about your father with what passion he supports you. Even if, in my opinion, he often misinterprets the tone" I added.

Max looked at me understandingly „I understand that it often comes that way, but I also have to say I wouldn't be standing here and being so successful without my father."

You're very happy for Max, but you also have to think about your father for a moment. Max gently puts his hand on mine and looks deep into my eyes. „Would you like to talk about your father?"

I had to find my voice for a moment, actually I avoided the subject as much as I could, but I felt so safe with Max and somehow I felt like I wanted to tell my past as well. "I'll tell you, but I'll say beforehand that it's not a pretty story"