Getaway Car

Chapter Three

Katherine POV

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Outside, hurry up. I don't have all day

He's so entitled I grab my purse and my keys saying goodbye to Zander.

He was leas against the car on his phone. He glanced up and walked back round to his side of the car, getting in.

This is going to be a long night. The drive was silent. None of us spoke, which I preferred. All we ever seemed to do was argue.

"Marcus said that this would be the best place there's a lot of people around, and it fits well with us," he says, pulling up.

"Okay," I look out and see the F1 arcade talk about wanting people to see us.

We head out of the car and towards the arcade fans already recognising the both of us. Once inside, we make our way to the bar.

"What do you want?" He asks.

"Vodka and coke," he nods and orders two. I feel a hand on my arm and look down to see a little girl with my number on her hat. I smile.

"Can I get a picture," I nod.

"Of course, what's your name, sweetie?"

"Lucy," I get off the seat and bend down to her height she turns to Lando and smiles at him.

"Can you take our photo," he nods, taking the phone and snapping a few she then turns to me.

"Will he take a photo with me?" She whispers.

"Want me to ask?" She nods her head rapidly. I laugh, stand up.

"She wants to know if you'd take a photo," he looks at me, then down to the girl smiling, handing me the phone. I don't think I've ever seen him smile before.

"Thank you so much," she runs off to someone who I presume is her mum and waves bye to us.

"We definitely are getting peoples attention," he speaks, his head nodding towards a group of men. "Or maybe just you,"

"Katherine Button, what a sight for sore eyes," one of the men said, making their way over to us. "I thought she was fit on screen, never mind in real life better than I could imagine, " his eyes trial up my body, and I tense a bit.

"What you doing here with him?" Another one says.

"Sorry how's that fuck all to do with you?" Lando asks

"I'm just asking the lady she's standing next to a man who cost her the championship," I frown.

"He didn't cost me anything," Lando looks at me. "He won fair and square."

"He made contact with you,"

"He didn't touch me. I lost the wheel. I did the damage myself,"

"That what you get women drivers, am I right," Lando laughs.

"You guys were just all up in this women drivers ass. She's one of the best drivers I know," I see people with cameras up, and I wasn't sure if this would be good for his image I know how Lando can get to hot headed and start fights.

"Lando," I say, touching his arm.

"We're leaving. You guys should stop harassing women. Want to get you anywhere in life," he grabs my hands and pushes past them, walking out the door.

"You a good liar," he says.

"What?"

"How you think I won fair and square," I shake my head.

"I wasn't lying. I caused the damage, was I pissed that I practically gave you the title, yeah, but you won that race fair and square like you said I couldn't overtake you,"

"I wasn't lying that you're a good driver sure as hell gave me a run for my money," I chuckle, and he opens the car door for me.

"Well, that ruined Marcus's plan. we were supposed to be with each other for a couple of hours,"

"You can come back to mine. I'll share a story on Instagram that gets people talking,"

"That should work," he hums, driving back to mine.

He opens my door, and we walk up to my apartment. i open the door, Zander running straight to me.

"Okay, down boy," he gets down and looks at Lando.

Lando bends down and kneels on the floor, stroking him.

I make us both a drink and then snap a picture of the two of them posting it to my story.

"Thst should do,"

"What's his name?"

"Zander with a Z,"

"You names your dog after Zandvoort?"

"It's one of my favourite tracks," I shrug. "It was between that or Max, and he wouldn't let me name him that."

"He's cute,"

"Don't think I've ever heard you give someone a compliment before,"

"Don't get used to it,'

"Oh, I won't," he sighs and sits down next to me, Zander following.

"Okay, so we also need to go through everything," I nod he takes his phone out and gets the email that Claire and Marcus sent over.

"How many questions did they put in this," he complians

"Okay, when's your birthday?"

"14th July 2000,"

"Mine 13th November 1999," I read the next question.

"Where was you born?"

"Bristol," he says

"Frome,"

"Favourite colour?"

"Blue," I speak

"Yellow"

"These questions are stupid. Can't we just email each other or answers?" He asks, causing me to nod.

"I'm heading out. I think we've had enough time together," he says, standing up and walking out without even saying bye.

One minute he's alright to speak to the next he turns back into the Lando we all know.

I want to punch and understand him at the same time.