SHAMELESS, lewis hamilton¹

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Since both of the Mercedes drivers didn't have any energy left for any celebration after the race, the two ended up just staying in the hotel room. Unfortunately, that was together in each other's company. 

Mirabella's first idea was to just put in her air pods so she could drown out all background noise, but Hamilton had come out of the bathroom after his shower⏤fully dressed for once. He had a bad habit of always being shirtless. And when he noticed her about to put in her air pods, he stopped her telling her in an authoritative voice that they needed to figure out how they were going to do things the next day. Mirabella put her air pods away⏤slowly just to be a pain⏤finding it difficult to actually do something against him at that moment. 

It was a moment of weakness. It would never happen again.

After ages of discussions⏤that turned into a heated argument. Shocking, right?⏤they came to an agreement that since they both had their cars parked at the airport in Nice, they would drive to his apartment complex so he could park his car wherever he parks them there and get whatever he needed. Then she'd drive them to her house when he was done.

They had met in the private car park that they had coincidently both booked. Then again many of the other drivers used the same one, since it was high on privacy and the higher price confirming that it was serious. None of the drivers wanted to risk anything, especially since many of them had rather flashy cars.

Mirabella had driven behind Hamilton, following him since she had no idea where he lived. At the moment she was waiting outside his apartment complex, adjusting the colour of the lights inside her Mercedes AMG GT 63 S. It went from a dark red to bubblegum pink to forest green. It was a random pattern that came from her own boredom. After she was bored from trying out different colours, she settled for a cool purple tone that didn't show a big contrast to the sleek black interior with the morning light shining inside through the windows.

She pressed the Spotify icon on the screen, scrolling through the different playlists until she found the one she wanted. Reminder by the Weeknd started playing and she turned the volume up, letting the music drown out any other noise and she leaned her head back on the headrest, closing her eyes as she waited.

Her eyes opened again when she heard a knock on the window on the passenger side. She looked over and saw his face in front of the window, looking in at her and he gestured towards the back of her car. She instantly clicked the button that opened the boot of the car and turned the music down a little.

She glanced over at him when the passenger door opened and he sat down inside. She made sure that he secured the seatbelt before she put the car into drive, turning the steering wheel with a flat palm. She didn't even need to reverse once, which made a small smile spread across her lips. When she came to the more open road the sun shone brightly onto the car and through the window, instantly blinding her, which made her grab the Prada sunglasses that were sitting on top of her head and place them on the bridge of her nose.

His presence felt so wrong in her car. It felt odd and misplaced, like he was intruding in her space. Like an old gold antique placed in a room with white walls and minimalistic furniture. It didn't look nor feel right, making her hyperaware of his presence every second. But she didn't let it show, acting like she didn't care at all. But she did.

Lewis was scrolling on his phone, trying to distract himself from the fact that he was sitting in her car in such close proximity alone with her. It was so strange. Their whole situation had only been two weeks, but it felt like it had been forever and also not at the same time. But this was different. He almost felt like he was intruding on something personal. Actually, he was. A person's car is personal, their own domain. Not only did he feel misplaced and not wanted in her car⏤which he knew he wasn't⏤he was going to intrude into her actual home. He'd much rather be in his own home, looking out at the city and the sea in the distance. But in one way he was curious how the person he hates lives. How she works in her life outside of the paddock and off the track.