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her an ordinary baker and painter finds herself exchanging notes with her neighbor that appeared out of nowhere
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him the mclaren driver that came home for a break only to find a rogue package outside his door.
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Lettie walked in happily through the paddock. She had just met up with the F2 driver that she had been going to races for.
For now, she was watching the F1 race. It was practice day and she was going to try and find the girls that helped her best friend. She did not get to meet up with them back in Monza but she intended on seeing them that day.
She went to the point of reaching out to Evangeline on Instagram. She was just on her way to where the reporter was; the Redbull garage when she bumped into someone.
"Sorry." They both said. They looked up and the redhead's eyes beamed, "Oscar Piastri." She said. The driver looked at her, he was not shocked that someone recognized him, what surprised him was that he recognized her.
He looked at her a bit and realized where he saw her in. Then it dawned to him, "Lettie?" he asked. The redhead smiled, "Glad to know that my best friend talks about me."
Oscar chuckled, "That and she has lots of pictures of you both around her apartment."
"You've been to her apartment- nevermind. How are you two?" Lettie asked. Oscar couldn't help but sigh, he wore a smile though, the redhead took notice of that. "Are you okay?" she asked.
He nodded, "I think so. After what happened, I- I don't want to scare her of." He admitted. Lettie smiled sadly at him, "I would be a bit scared if it was me." She said.
This made the driver's shoulder sag, "I'm sorry about that. If I knew I would have-" "You can't do anything about it now. Except do your best to not let it happen again." She cut him off.
Oscar hummed and nodded, agreeing with her silently. "I don't want to overthink but, like you said, it's scary. Being with me, it's scary." He said. The model sighed, "I know but you wouldn't let that happen. I know you're confused and worried but the thing is, she's always been scared of love." She said looking at the driver.
Lettie saw how his lips formed into a frown, she didn't want to let him overthink more so, she continued speaking, "But the thing is, this time it's different. I have seen Liv be approached by love so many times and each time they are shut down. But you, you were let in. Slowly. And you know why?" she asked.
Oscar shook his head, Lettie chuckled, "Because she saw how different you are. You don't know how much you mean to her. You were the first person after that horrible ex to actually be able to get that close. You broke down her walls in ways you never knew. The moment you returned her package with that sticky note, you got her already."
The driver was speechless, he did not realize how much he meant to someone. Someone like Olivia Flores. Talented, passionate, breathtaking, intelligent.
"I'm just me." He said.
She smiled, "And that's all it took for you to catch her heart. Don't let go of it Oscar. It's too fragile, and I'm scared that if you do, I'll lose her too."
Lettie took this chance as a way to pull out a small piece of paper, there he saw single line sketches of butterflies. He looked up at her in shock and she just smiled.
"Lettie drew that. I think it means more to you than me. You're the butterfly she will forever cherish."
And he took that to heart. He accepted the paper and realized again. For him they were fears, for her it was a sign. Maybe this time, he can change things. Maybe this time, butterflies can mean something different for him.
