𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ~ | 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯

Cold Hands Blue Eyes

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It was one week before the last race of the season.

Abu Dhabi.

It's the final countdown, dududu duuu ba ba ba ba baaaa.

Ahem.

I'm focused.

As everyone had expected, Max clinched the championship in Brazil. I wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face as he was lifted up and cheered. Every time we were in a meeting, he would hold up three fingers at me.

After winning the Monaco GP I had gone on to win the Italian GP. It had been the best race of my career but it still wasn't enough to compete with Max. Christian had given me an approving nod but that was pretty much it.

After a particularly rude comment about Max, which was said in private, was leaked, Christian had enough. Apparently it was in our contracts that, if needed, we would be forced to participate in a team-building activity. Or, as I like to call it,

Hell.

It served me right to fly in early. Max hadn't said a word to me since Christian had told us, but I heard him yelling from his office, though I couldn't be sure it was him. Only joking, of course it was him.

We were set to meet on Tuesday at a location that Christian had sent us. I didn't know for how long or what he had planned for us, so I decided to pack a spare bag just in case of a change of clothes.

The drive only took me half an hour. I just sang trashy white girl songs the whole way. But when I finally got there, the only people there were Christian, Will, and Max. I frowned and got out.

Where the hell are we?

We were standing in a clearing, with some trees dotted around, sheltering us from the wind. I pulled my jacket closer to my shoulders.

"What are we doing out here? And where are the others?" I asked, stopping in front of them. Max didn't even look at me.

"I'm not sure. They should have been here by now." Christian shrugged. I sighed and went to stand next to Will.

We waited for another ten minutes before I got cold and decided to go for a walk. I asked Will if he wanted to come along, but he said no, so I went alone.

It would have been a very beautiful place if the wind hadn't been quite so cold. I only managed to get to the top of the hill before having to turn back. I jogged back towards where they were waiting, hoping to at least wait in my warm car.

"Finally. If I had to walk all the way up the hill to get you, I swear..." Max appeared on the path ahead of me.

He had a thick coat on to protect him from the cold. His hair was messy from the wind, and the tip of his nose was turning pink. Almost cute.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. He stuffed his hands into his pockets with a scowl.

"Christian told me to come and get you. The team isn't coming, and we're cold." He grumbled, turning back to the path and walking away.

"Cancelled?"

"Cancelled."

"Thank fuck."

I hurried after him, relieved that I was allowed to go home. I almost had to jog to keep up with his long strides. My mind was so consumed by the thought of my nice, warm bed that when Max stopped suddenly, I crashed right into him. He didn't move. I stumbled back.