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her the senior f1 journalist that he keeps avoiding
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him; redbull's first driver that tries to ignore her
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"Just a sweet and nice guy who loves ice cream and running."
"You'll regret saying he's just a nice and...
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@arthur_leclerc7: not ate ange babysitting oscar AND lando
➥@LandoNorris: I am NOT that bad
➥@ameliamia:is that what you think???
➥@LandoNorris: I am YOUR best friend
➥@ameliamia: I know
FP1 and FP2: Angel widened her eyes at Lando making the Brit sit down. "Sorry Ate..." he mumbled clearly, he got caught in doing mischief.
Oscar let out a laugh as he sat down next to Angel. The senior reporter had been hiding out in their hospitality the whole morning. She had been assigned for post race and fan stage for the next day. She didn't have that much work so she was hiding.
Something both Oscar and Lando scolded her for. Lando was going to the garage to check the statistics of the cars, "You two want to come?" he asked.
Angel shook her head, "I am still enjoying your hospitality." she said. Lando laughed and nodded, "And I am assuming Oscar will stay?" he asked. The younger driver nodded making Lando nod and say good bye.
Once they were left alone, Oscar turned to his Ate Angel. "What are you doing here?" he asked. The reporter blinked in shock, "Well that was a change in the atmosphere." she said.
The Australian pinched her. "Ow! Oscar! You are hurting me. Why?" she asked. He huffed and crossed his arms, pouting a bit. Angel couldn't help but chuckle, "You are like a child. What? Just tell me." she urged him to get to the point.
Oscar rolled his eyes, "Why are you using our hospitality as a hiding spot from Max?" he asked. Angel's heart jumped at the sound of his name. She snickered and shook her head, "I am not-"
"Ate. You're smart. So smart. But right now you're being an idiot again."
"That doesn't make sense-"
"Didn't you tell me that Max said the same exact words he did when he was drunk?" Oscar asked. Angel sighed and nodded.
"And what did you felt when he told you those words when he was drunk?"
The younger driver was analyzing her, building up to his point. Angel shrugged, "Confused?" she asked.
He rolled his eyes, "You were flustered, in denial. You admitted this to me through text why are you changing it-"
"Because I felt the same when he told me sober." she cut him off. Oscar frowned, "But?" he asked. Clearly he knew his ate very well.
"But I don't want to be in denial anymore. I want to be able to meet him in the middle." she admitted.
His frown turned up into a smile, "Then what the hell is stopping you?" he asked.
That made her quiet. What was making her stop? It wasn't her father, she was informed that him and Jos were good now. It wasn't Marcus, he knew from the start how important Max was to her life. It wasn't her job, it wasn't her friends, was it her?
Was she stopping herself?
Oscar snapped his fingers in front of her. Angel shook her head, "I don't want to be stopped." she suddenly said.
He smiled, "Then go get him tiger. Well, get the lion- You know what, just go." he said proudly.
Angel laughed and nodded, standing up and smiling at him. "You're so wise pastry." she praised him. He shrugged and smiled sheepishly.
"If only you were the same with your own relationship."
