Racing Rivals, Racing Hearts ☆ [Diego Brando x Reader]

From America? (38)

December 1st. The morning of your 19th birthday arrived. You woke up, stretched, and yawned.

As you lay there, contemplating what the day might bring, you heard a soft knock on your bedroom door. Before you could respond, your father entered, a warm smile on his face.

"Good morning, Y/N," he greeted you, holding a small, beautifully wrapped gift box in his hands.

You sat up, your eyes lighting up with curiosity. "Good morning, Father. What's this?"

He walked over to your bed and handed you the gift. "Happy birthday, my dear."

You accepted it eagerly and carefully unwrapped the box. Inside was a delicate silver locket with a charm of a small horse, on the back of the charm was your last name. A tribute to your family's legacy. It was stunning.

You held it up, your eyes gleaming with appreciation. "Oh, Father, it's beautiful!"

He smiled. "I thought you might like it. It's a symbol of your passion for racing, something you can carry with you wherever you go."

Touched by his thoughtful gift, you leaned over and gave your father a hug. "Thank you, Father. I love it."

He returned the hug, his love for you evident in his embrace. He took the necklace and put it on you. "I'm glad you do, Y/N. Now, how would you like to spend your special day?"

You considered it for a moment. "I'd like a quiet day with you, Father. Maybe we could go out and do something together?"

His eyes twinkled with agreement. "That sounds wonderful. How about a visit to your favorite art gallery and then a nice dinner at that Italian restaurant you like?"

You nodded, feeling excited about the day ahead. "That sounds perfect, Father."

After spending a few more moments in your room, you got ready for the day. You did your hair and fixed up a bit, and made sure to cover up a bit since it is winter.

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When you and your father entered the art gallery, you felt calm and peaceful. The gallery was full of beautiful paintings and sculptures. It had a cozy and inviting atmosphere with soft lights.

You started by looking at the paintings. They were all different, some old, some modern. One painting of a pretty countryside caught your eye. It felt so real, like you could step inside and walk around.

You and your father talked a lot about the different art pieces, you both enjoyed art quite a bit.

You explored the gallery some more. All the sculptures had plenty of details to them and you were always amazed at how much talent one would need to pull off making those sculptures. Each piece of art told a different story, you and your father had fun trying to understand what they meant.

After spending time with the art, you and your father left the gallery and walked along the city. The day flew by with you spending time with your father, sharing many conversations. It felt good to not talk about racing with your father for once though.

Eventually the evening came. For your birthday dinner, your father took you to a cozy Italian restaurant known for its good food and nice atmosphere. The place was not too bright, which made it feel cozy and perfect for a special dinner.

You had a table in a quiet corner with a candle in the middle, making it look warm and nice. The walls had pretty pictures of Italy, making you feel like you were there.

The dinner started with a sparkling drink to celebrate your birthday. The menu had lots of delicious Italian food like pasta, seafood, and yummy desserts.

To begin, you shared some bruschetta. It was toast with tomatoes, basil, and olive oil. It tasted fresh and simple but really good.

Then came the main course. You had fettuccine Alfredo, your usual go to. It was so tasty that you couldn't help but smile.

Dessert was a special treat – tiramisu. It had coffee-soaked cookies with creamy cheese and cocoa on top. It was like a sweet ending to a great meal.

Your father smiled as you both had a tiramisu, "Happy birthday, Y/N. Let's hope for many more."

While you ate, you and your father talked about old birthdays and dreams for the future. It was a time to bond and connect, making your birthday very special.

When the dinner ended, you left the restaurant with full tummies and happy hearts. It was a day filled with art, yummy food, and, most importantly, the love of your father. You knew you'd remember this birthday for a long time.

Ever since your mother's passing when you were younger, you never celebrated your birthday much. But this year was different, and you're glad you celebrated with your father.

You and your father walked along the busy city, soaking in the atmosphere of the chilly night. Passing by many citizens, some people approached you and your father though since you were pretty well known in the area but you didn't mind.

It was a great reminder of who you are.

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As the day came to a close, you returned home with a heart full of gratitude. This birthday had been special, not because of grand parties or extravagant gifts, but because it was a day spent with the person who meant the most to you.

You and your father hanged up your coats. He cleared his throat, "Well, tonight was great. I'm still amazed with the person you're becoming. I can't believe you're already 19." He smiled softly at you as he walked over to the mail pile to look through it.

"Thank you, Father," you smiled back, "I can't believe it either."

Your father looked through the mail and pulled out an envelope, he opened it and took a look. "Oh, it's Mr. Joestar."

"From America?"

"Mhm," he reads over the letter for a bit, "Looks like I may have to visit him in America." He chuckled a bit.

"Really? How come?" Your curiosity piqued as you tried to look over his shoulder to read the letter.

"Last time I visited him in America was a couple years ago. You know, I used to visit him around every month."

You nodded, "Well, he came over with his family a little over a year ago for the event here."

"Yes, but that's him coming here to England. Not me going to America." He chuckled at your response.

"I guess you're right," you started to walk over to the stairs, "How long do you plan to be gone for?"

"Maybe two weeks." He set the letter back down.

"Alright," you started to walk up the stairs, "Thanks again for today, Father. I'm going to head to bed."

"Of course, Happy birthday, Y/N."

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