"Can I wear this?" I looked over my shoulder, skin still soft from the bath.
Oscar, sat on the edge of the bed to tie a shoelace, looked up, nodding with a soft smile; I had picked up a hoodie from the chest of drawers, wearing nothing but my jeans and a bra. It was a half-black, half-orange, and smelled exactly like him.
"What happened to the other one?" He focused back on his shoe.
"Nothing." I said simply, smiling. "I just want to wear this one."
He finished, standing up, "Okay."
I examined his pupils, unable to forget of the words we had exchanged in the bath. He pivoted, heading back into the main room, and I slipped into the hoodie, following after him. He had invited me to a media shoot, expressing I didn't have to come with but it was what he wanted. All I could think about was the night in Barcelona, when he also articulated the same opinion.
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I found my way to a cafe, craving caffeine; I'd spent half the morning watching Oscar and Lando film a video for the McLaren YouTube page, and now could barely keep my eyes open. Both had gym sessions to attend, and instead of going back to the hotel on my own, I decided to wait it out, finding a table near a window, overlooking the Montreal GP track, scrolling through the other videos on YouTube involving Oscar, new and old. To think that no-one knew what all that laughter concealed.
The chair opposite the table - previously used as a stool for my feet - suddenly scraped backwards, taken as a seat for someone else; Veronica. I exhaled, removing my headphones and preparing for the same conversation we had every breakfast when she'd find Oscar and I together.
"Yes?" I said.
She didn't talk at first, only dump her bag on the table, taking various items out of her pockets, making herself comfortable. I rolled my eyes.
"I need you to be honest with me, Bella." She said, searching through her bag vacantly, muttering: "Where is it?"
I watched her begrudgingly, until she finally reached for a glasses case, revealing a pair of specs and propping them onto her nose. At last, she sat still, clasping her hands together, glaring at me.
"You can fool the public but you can't fool me." She sniffed. "What is going on between you and Oscar?"
I scoffed, "Not this again..."
"Yes, this again." She sat forward. "You can't go on denying it."
"I will go on denying it." I folded my arms over my torso. "What is it that you want me to say?"
