I couldn't believe it. Even as he removed his helmet and balaclava, eyes crossing over each and every engineer in search of me, my feet stayed glued to the ground. But then his arms enveloped me, and mine over him, and the static dissipated. To our right, a flash brought us back to reality, and he let go, pursuing the usual routine on race days; off to media, then back in his drivers room.
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𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢 & 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 Today 10:03 PM
carla OMG OMG OMG
carla P2!!!!!
carla THATS GOOD RIGHT?
carla OMG
Sat on Oscar's bed, I watched Carla ramble about the race; everything she had understood, and how she felt particularly bad for Logan, who wasn't able to finish the race.
"What teams are good?" She asked. "Redbull?"
"You could say that." I jested.
"Logan should race for them. I don't know why he chose such a shit team."
I tittered, unable to explain the lack of accuracy in her statement, barely unable to understand it myself.
"I can introduce you to him. In Texas."
"I never agreed to come." She winked.
The door opened, and from it surfaced Oscar, a grin lingering on his lips. Checking my watch, I frowned, raising a brow at him; usually he would take another half hour at media, and I had expected even longer due to his qualifying. Shrugging, he pecked my forehead, briefly appearing into frame on my screen.
"Oh my god, well done, Oscar!"
"Thanks Carla." He beamed, cheeks rosy.
I watched him vanish through to the bathroom.
"Are you sure he's all right with it?"
"Yes." I chuckled. "I miss you. And Eliza. You could be on the other side of the world and he'd bring me to you."
"We are on the other side of the world."
I rolled my eyes.
"Go thank him for me." She blew a kiss at the screen.
