TWIN FLAME , Carlos Sainz Jr.

Seventeen

Valentina stood at the heart of the bustling Formula 1 paddock, surrounded by the electrifying energy of race day. It was her first experience as a WAG in a Grand Prix, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Carlos had taken it upon himself to be her guide and her constant companion throughout this journey. He hadn't missed a single opportunity to introduce her to everyone he knew, proudly declaring her as his girlfriend with a beaming smile that seemed to radiate happiness.

As they strolled through the paddock, Valentina couldn't help but notice the curious glances and friendly nods she received from people she had only seen on television. The drivers, the team members, the support staff—they all acknowledged her presence with warm greetings.

 As Valentina walked alongside Carlos, they encountered two familiar faces.

"Hello, Max, Charles," Carlos greeted them with a smile as they approached the duo.

"Hi, Val," they replied simultaneously, their attention focused on her as if Carlos had momentarily disappeared into the background.

Carlos feigned offence, crossing his arms. "So, now that my girlfriend is here, you'll ignore me, huh?" he teased. Max grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, girlfriend, huh? Did you guys finally put labels? That's lovely."

Charles chimed in, clearly amused. "Oh, well, not so lovely for you now, Max. You've got no chance."

Max chuckled, shaking his head. "I didn't even want a chance. I don't have a thing for her."

Charles, always ready with a comeback, smirked. "Well, she's clearly older than you, and that already makes her your type."

Max protested, "Firstly, I don't have a thing for older women. Secondly, she's Carlos's girlfriend. Why would I like her?"

Charles couldn't resist the opportunity to tease further. "I mean, wouldn't be your first time."

Max's retort was swift, "I would have said go to hell, but you're in Ferrari already."

Valentina couldn't hold back a snort of laughter at their banter. "Are you a Red Bull fan, Valentina? Is that why you're wearing blue?" Charles asked with a feigned offence.

Valentina raised an eyebrow playfully. "Clearly. Max, you should get me a T-shirt." Max grinned mischievously. "I will gladly get you one before the race starts."

Charles joined in with a grin of his own. "I like your girlfriend a little less than I did two seconds ago." Valentina, ever the good sport, shrugged. "Oh, I'll get over it."

Max, feeling victorious in their friendly exchange, added with a wink, "Oh, I love your girlfriend, Carlos." Carlos couldn't help but laugh. "That's what Charles tried to tell you in the first place, mate." That made all of them laugh. 

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She had become quite the social butterfly within the paddock. Her friendly demeanour and warm-hearted nature had made her fast friends with many drivers and their significant others. Baking cookies for Lewis Hamilton had been fun and unexpected, even if it did temporarily disrupt his diet. Lewis's weakness for her cookies had become the stuff of legends within the paddock, much to the amusement of his team. Toto's scolding was light-hearted, and he couldn't help but crack a smile as he witnessed Lewis indulging post-race.

Max and Charles, always the pranksters, had engaged in friendly banter with Valentina. Their annoying jokes had created a fun atmosphere, and Valentina was quick to fire back with her witty comebacks. It was all in good spirits, and they admired her for being a good sport.