sparks fly | m.verstappen

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XIV. Father's Questions

PHILIPPINES: September 2023

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@ateange: how dare him. we aren't friends anymore @marc

      ➥@marc: I'm sorry but you keep talking about maxie HAHAHA

      ➥@ateange: okay now that just aint true

      ➥@olls: stop lying ate that's not good HAHA

(Translation: caption-someone might get jealous, you're eating ice cream with someone else HAHA)

@kinderjoy: she's enjoying ice cream with someone else @maxvers HAHA

       ➥@maxvers: yeah? She enjoys it with me too

@olls: you keep forgetting him @ateange HAHAHA

        ➥@ateange: be quiet HAHHAA

Angel just got back from hanging out with Arthur, Ollie, and Marcus. They had decided to go out for lunch and ice cream. She had fun and was in a good mood. But then, Rafael Mendoza thought of something to ruin that.

"Evangeline." he called out her attention when she was about to walk up to her room. Angel knew that tone, she knew it very well. She heard it every time her father found out about something he did not like.

She sighed and walked to where he was at. Rafael was sitting by the patio of their home. Drinking his glass of rum, as he looked out the garden.

"Dad." she said. He motioned to the chair beside him and she gulped. Obliging to the request of her father, she sat down. Basking in the silence and looking over the garden that she once played in as a child with Marcus.

"Max Verstappen." Rafael merely said. Angel gulped, "What about him?" she asked. He hummed and sipped his drink before setting the glass down on the table.

Rafael took his time, thinking of the right words to say to his daughter. "He is the leading Formula 1 driver now isn't he?" he asked. She pursed her lips, "I guess so if you want to look at him like that." she said.

She glanced at her father who was still looking at the garden. His face stoic, emotionless. He was always hard to read, Angel as a child had given up in reading her father. It was just impossible to do so.

"And you are close to him?" he asked, finally looking at his daughter. He was looking for something. As if seeking for answers.

She gulped and looked at her hands, "I'm close with a lot of drivers-" "And yet your friends mention him alone." Rafael cut her off. Angel knew where it was going.

Angel looked up at him, his eyes still studying her. "Max is a peculiar person. He was closed off unlike the other drivers. It's just recently we got to know each other." she said.

The girl had always been transparent with her father. She didn't like to hide from him, it's not like she would be able to. If Rafael Mendoza wanted something, he would be able to get it.

He hummed and nodded, "Very well. Let's hope it won't distract you from your work." he said knowingly as he grabbed the glass and drank the contents of it.

The reporter hummed and nodded, excusing herself, she walked towards her bedroom. Letting out a sigh of relief when her door was closed. It was already pressuring with her father but not like this. It was as if he already knew something she didn't even know.

But then again, as she sat down on her bed, her phone lit up. A notification coming from Oscar.

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