THE LOVE GAME/// CARLOS SAINZ

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Carlos Sainz drove for Ferrari.

Everybody knew that.

And yet he was waiting with a chocolate frappe in his hand outside of the Haas garage for his so called girlfriend to leave, since she was spending time with her best friend, Mick.

It was weird, because she didn't ask him to get her anything, hell she didn't even know that he was waiting for her and yet there he was, the cup in his tanned hand, sunglasses on his head, with a cap which was also Ferrari, sitting backwards on his head.

His left foot tapped patiently up and down in a steady rhythm whilst he was waiting, most of his bodyweight leaning against the outside of the garage, his lips moving as he mumbled away to himself a song called Asereje.

Not a single bead of sweat covered his body as he waited in the warm and glowing sunlight, his tanned skin almost inviting the warmth to hit him, relishing in its gift that he was so gratefully recieving.

His muscles clenched, his biceps almost ripping through his Ferrari top, of which was short sleeved and tight to accentuate the strength and the muscles that he had worked hard for. His leg muscles were chiseled too, covered by a charcoal grey pair of jeans, his phone having been stuffed in to the back pocket of those jeans.

He didn't even know why he was outside of the Haas garage in the first place, he had just finished some recordings with Charles for the Ferrari social media's accounts and had been heading out for lunch, only to go to a small local coffee shop to grab the frappe and come back, not even getting any food even though his stomach had been rumbling for the past ten minutes.

He would get some with Adelina.

The distant sound of her voice hit his ears which made the man snap his head up in order to look for her, her laughter making his lips twitch up at the corners slightly.

As she exited the Haas garage, with her brother Mick, her eyes widened as they fell upon the Ferrari driver that Carlos was, her eyebrows furrowing together at the fact that he was waiting outside of the garage.

"Mi sol, I've got you a chocolate frappe."

Carlos Sainz stepped towards his fake girlfriend with his hand outstretched with the frappe in his grasp. She hesitantly accepted the drink with a small smile.

"Obrigado."

Adelina Oliveira spoke gently, taking a slow but steady grasp of the drink from the hand of the Sainz man, not noticing the look of suspicion that the pair were recieving from the Schumacher boy that was beside her.

"I thought that we could get some lunch together, any recommendations?" Carlos smiled, watching the girls face fill with hesitancy.

"I uh- I was actually going to get some lunch with Mick." Adelina muttered, using her thumb to point towards her brother.

"No no, you go with Carlos, I can get some lunch with Esteban."

Mick Schumacher shook it off nonchantly, letting his best friend go to lunch with somebody who was supposed to be her boyfriend.

Supposed to be, anyway.

"Are you sure?" Adelina questioned with a feeling of guilt appearing in her stomach at the thought of ditching him for Carlos.

"Yeah, go and spend time with your boyfriend, we can get lunch tomorrow." Mick lightly pushed her away, watching as she reluctantly walked away from him, turning back to glance at him.

To him, it wasn't a big deal, but he knew that Adelina felt guilty every single time that she had to abandon him for something or someone else.

He watched as they walked away, that Adelina deliberately stayed at least a step away from the Spanish man, not being super close to him.

It could have something to do with the fact that their apparent relationship was still fairly new, or the fact that they were in public, but he thought that it was more than that.

Part of him wondered if they were really dating at all.

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"Did you really have to bring me along? I'm dying here!"

Adelina Oliveira wheezed as she was sweating profusely, the clear droplets of sweat pouring down her face and neck and sticking her shirt to her skin.

The boys that were driving for Ferrari laughed as they ran, with the two of them having gone for a run and decided to invite Adelina along since she was supposed to be meeting them later in the day.

The only thing was that they had not mentioned to her that they were going for a run and now she was essentially questioning all of her life choices.

She was questioning her life choices anyway, since she was now in a fake relationship with Carlos, she hated lying about it to Mick and her friendship with Pierre was still broken so she wasn't in the greatest of moods.

Add to that, the pressure that Mick was getting from his team about needing to get some points, and the anxiety that she still had around Lance after lying to him, along with the worry and concern over both her uncle Michael and her father Adao, and it was a lot on her plate for her to attempt to deal with.

"Mi sol, do you need some water?"

Carlos Sainz questioned as they came to a stop for a few minutes break from running, seeing her crouched on the ground in order to get her breath back, her face red and sweaty.

And strangely adorable.

"I need to be air lifted to hospital by helicopter!" Adelina breathed out heavily, practically snatching the bottle of water out from his grasp.

"If you two love birds are going to fight, I will keep running so that I can't hear your make up sex." Charles Leclerc laughed, a teasing smile upon his lips.

He didn't even notice the Portuguese woman grimacing at the thought of it.

"That's a good idea, we can be quite loud." Carlos joked as Adelina took a sip of water, spitting the clear liquid out rather aggressively from the shock.

The Monégasque laughed before running off, his hands covering his ears as he did so.

"What the actual fuck!"

Adelina squealed, using her hands to push at his chest, not quite believing what he had just said to his team mate.

"I saw the grimace." Carlos raised one of his eyebrows. "I thought we agreed to playing the game, you're lucky that he doesn't pay attention otherwise you would have just lost."

"I would not have lost! I'm winning this."

"You can't win it."

"Says the guy with no Grand Prix wins."

The Oliveira girl grinned as she noticed his face light up in surprise at her words, with the Spanish man lunging forwards to grab a hold of her in order to throw her over his shoulder.

As the pair laughed and Carlos began to run again with her still being over his shoulder, they hadn't even realised just how much of a couple that they actually looked.

But it didn't matter to them anyway, because it was all just a game.

A love game, you could say.

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A/N

Short chapter but oh well, I'm still alive, I forgot

What do you think?

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter and I'll see you all soon for the next one,

I'm so proud of all of you, my loves

Love you all,

-RUBY 🇵🇸🇨🇩