"Finn? What are you doing here?" I ask him as his head flicks back and forth between me and the direction Lando disappeared too.
"Was that the race driver?" He asks, his thumb pointing over his shoulder.
"Finn" I beg.
He eyes me for a moment, I can see him contemplating his next move. He nods gently.
"I'm here on business, the new firm is looking to expand internationally." He explains, "Baylee, was that the driver?" He asks again.
"Finn" I ask again, "Please"
"I'm sorry, I just, I've heard some things" he informs me.
I regrettably nod, "I'm sure you have" I mock in response.
"Doesn't really sound like you, the things I've heard" he comments, his eyes holding a certain sadness for me.
I drop my head, wrapping myself defensively around my body, "Not everything you read on the internet is true" I mumble.
"But he is that driver, right? The one you.." he can't complete the sentence.
My eyes snap to him in regret, "I didn't mean to hurt you" I whisper.
He shakes his head, attempting to snap himself out of it. "Forget about it, old history now" he waves his hand aimlessly in front of me.
"I should go" I inform him, pointing toward where Lando had just walked off. "But it was good seeing you"
"We should" he catches my arm as I glide past him, "We should catch up, as friends?"
I look down at where his hand grasps gently onto my arm, before holding his gaze again. "I don't think that would be a good idea" I admit, "But I hope you're well"
He nods understandingly. "You too, B"
I exhale a deep breath with a smile.
Following Lando back down towards the room, I knock on the door.
When he doesn't answer straight away I pull the spare keycard out of my back pocket and tap it on the sensor, unlocking the hotel door.
When I enter, I see him settled on the bench next to the window. "Lando?" I ask.
He doesn't acknowledge me. He just continues to sit with his head buried in his hands.
"Lando, I'm sorry, I didn't know he was here" I try and defend what I think is his problem.
He scoffs under his breath. "It's just very convenient" he chuckles, although I know he finds none of this amusing.
"What is?" I play along.
"All this talk about being unfaithful and your ex just happens to show up?" He presses with sass to his voice.
"I asked you a question, Lando. I didn't accuse" I defend, keeping my distance from him.
"Do you trust me?" He blurts.
"What?"
He finally looks up, holding my gaze. "Do you trust me?"
I think for a moment, "I have no reason not to"
He shakes his head, "do you trust me? Yes or no" he pushes further.
Truth is I don't really trust anyone. So I couldn't exactly tell him yes, but I wasn't game enough to say no either.
"Because I don't trust you"
My eyes jolt back in his direction, "what?"
He pushes against his knees so he's in a standing position now, moving carefully toward me. "Well, think about it. You knew me for what? How many hours? Before you decided to cheat on your long term boyfriend"
I couldn't believe what he was saying, I can't even formulate any words.
And when I don't respond is when he begins to find it somewhat amusing. "Okay, Baylee" he chuckles, "answer me this, do you consider yourself a trustworthy person, honestly?"
He runs his fingers down the corners of his mouth, a smug expression coating his face as he awaits my answer.
"I feel like I can't actually answer that, because I would argue the point that what we shared and connected like was special" I begin to explain. "And I'm actually loss for words that you're throwing that back in my face right now"
"I'm just stating facts, babe." He scoffs.
I come to the conclusion that this conversation isn't going to go anywhere tonight, and it isn't healthy for me to be here with him. Walking back gently before turning and placing my hand on the door, I pause momentarily, taking in a breath. "I care for you so much, Lando. And I really want this to be able to work. But we always seem to hit these road barriers, these forces, that time and time again show us every reason we wouldn't work." I don't even know where I'm going with my statement, I just have the urge to say it.
"Maybe we need to start paying attention to those signs then" he mumbles, and it's enough for me to take the loss and pull down on the handle, excusing myself from the room.
I make my way back down the elevator and stumble into the hotel bar. Not that I fancy a drink, or talking to anyone, but I honestly just have no idea where to go and it seemed better than roaming the streets of an unknown place.
"What can I get you, miss?" The bartender offers.
"Umm" I consider my options, trying to decide just how down I really feel. "I'll actually just have a club soda if I could please"
With a friendly nod, he disappears to the other end of the bar to collect my glass.
"Club soda?" A voice asks to my right.
Turning my head, I see a familiar face, yet I couldn't put a name to it.
"Is there something wrong with a club soda?" I chuckle, folding one leg over the over and resting my elbow on the bar, cupping my jaw in its grip.
He shakes his head with a smirk, "a beautiful girl like you, down in a bar alone at" he pauses whilst he checks his phone, "late"
The bartender places a coster down before settling my drink down on it.
"I'm not even actually that thirsty, to be honest, I felt it was just polite to order anyway" I explain.
"You're Lando's girl, yeah?" He asks, a strong accent coming through, though I can't pin point where from.
I consider my answer, Lando's girl. I wasn't sure that was something I could answer confidently anymore' but I nod anyway.
"I'm Charles, I drive with him, but for Ferrari" he introduces, taking the spare seat next to me and tapping on the barm signally the bartender for another drink.
"It's nice to meet you, Charles" I smile, "I thought I had seen you around somewhere"
His face lights up, "you've been looking at me then" he winks.
I'm sure my face shows just how taken back I am, as he chuckles almost instantly, settling his hand on my forearm.
"I'm totally kidding, I'm sorry. I think sometimes I find myself funnier than anyone else does" he laughs.
His phone starts buzzing on the bar, bringing my eyes down to it.
"Speak of the devil" Charles answers, before pausing for the reply, eyeing me carefully.
"Yeah I'm actually downstairs in the bar with her"
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For Now, For Good
FanfictionA year ago, their paths crossed unexpectedly and whilst timing and circumstances were completely against them, Lando and Baylee couldn't deny the connection between them. They vowed to meet up again, a year from now, when they hoped the world offer...
