THE END | Oscar Piastri

16. thanks

Sav's pov

Their plan of moving Spa up in the year to avoid rain failed terribly.

It's been raining all weekend. I know how dangerous the track is and it makes me nervous for today, though it's not supposed to rain too hard today. I don't believe the weather prediction.

Worst of all, Elaine isn't even here this weekend. She's somewhere doing another shoot for her job, so I'm all alone. I guess I now know how she felt last weekend.

She kept sending me messages complaining how it's super boring in the garage without me, how she doesn't know anyone else on the team and just feels out of place and awkward. I definitely get what she means.

There's a rain delay right now, pushing back the start of the race. Lando's talking to me and a couple of his mechanics, sitting on a counter while doing so.

I stand next to him, one of his hands on the back of my shoulder. His thumb swipes back and forth over and over again, it's sends a repeating wave of chills through me. I sneak a glance up at him.

His curls look insanely good right now.

I clearly wasn't sneaky enough with my glances, because he advert his eyes toward me for the slightest of moments before they focus back on the group of mechanics in front of him. A cocky smirk slowly paints its way onto his lips.

I look away. If I don't see it, it isn't there.

Someone comes over to the group, the bunch of them turning to the man as he speaks. I think he may be another mechanic. "Ten minutes." He states simply before walking off again.

Every mechanic goes and spits off, gathering different things but Lando stays seated on the counter. I pull my phone out, answering a few emails and text messages.

The back and forth motion from Lando's thumb comes to an abrupt halt. It remains stationary for an instant before two taps are placed in it's spot.

I look up at him, figuring that's what the purpose of his taps was. A soft smile has replaced his previously cocky smirk. That smile combined with the way he's looking at me causes my knees to feel weak, like my body will collapse if he continues to look at me in that way.

I have to look away before that can happen. He jumps down from the counter, his hand sliding from the back of my shoulder down to my waist. Fire is ignited along the path his hand takes, the skin becoming ten times hotter than the surrounding skin.

It causes me to look at him again, and I don't even get to turn to him fully before he kisses me, slow, short, and sweet.

I pull back first, laughing at his eagerness. "A little impatient are we?" He looks embarrassed by my words, a light shade of pink flowing to his cheeks. "I'm kidding, good luck. And try to stay on the track, please."

"Thank you, I'll try." He laughs, opens his mouth again slightly before closing it again, possibly deciding against saying what he may have wanted to.

I hug him before he climbs into his car, and eventually pulls out of the garage after about five minutes.

The standing water that was once around the track is cleared now, thankfully. It settles my nerves a little as Lando lines up on the grid. But that doesn't last long, as each light that ignites causes another ounce of anxiety to pour over me.

I almost want to close my eyes as the lights go out, but I physically can't pull my eyes from the screen.

But I wish I had, as Oscars gone for a risky move down the inside and in turn, gets run into the wall by Carlos. I know there's no recovering from that collision, he's out of the race and at his favorite track too.