Mi campeón - Carlos Sainz (EN)

Chapter 1

In front of a nightclub located in the heart of Brussels, the night was already well advanced, and the bright lights of the sign blinked to the beat of the pulsating music emanating from the doors. Talia and Clara stood in a line that stretched along the sidewalk, almost disappearing into the horizon among the impatient and elegantly dressed young people.

The sounds of laughter, conversations, and distant music intertwined in the cool night air, creating an electric and lively atmosphere. The bouncers at the entrance checked each person with almost military rigor, ensuring that only authorized individuals entered this select and secure venue.

For Talia and Clara, it was a new and exciting experience. They had hesitated to frequent the city's nightclubs due to safety concerns, but this club, renowned for its security, had finally convinced the friends to give it a try. Their hearts beat in unison, a mix of anticipation and excitement for the evening ahead.

As they waited for nearly an hour, the biting cold of the night began to be felt. Talia and Clara had donned their most elegant outfits, but the shivers that ran through them were inevitable. To warm up, they engaged in lively conversation about their university lives. Talia studied philosophy, immersed in abstract thoughts and ideas, while Clara pursued a degree in physiotherapy, working with the body and rehabilitation.

Their words were drowned out by the buzz of the crowd and the steady thump of the nightclub's music. The hours ahead promised to be filled with surprises, adventures, and new encounters, but for now, they were eager to step through the doors of this mysterious and exhilarating place.

Talia and Clara were delighted to reach the bouncer, but they knew the final test was formidable. Entering this select establishment was not as simple as waiting in line. The two young women had carefully chosen elegant outfits, eschewing any notion of vulgarity. Talia wore a midnight blue dress that brought out the fairness of her skin, stopping just above the knee. Clara, on the other hand, opted for a long dress that added a touch of glamour to her presence.

Both women preferred a natural approach and had not opted for heavy makeup, merely tinting their lips with a delicate shade of red. Talia had taken the time to tame her dark brown hair, which was naturally wild and curly. Her hazel green eyes naturally stood out with a captivating contrast.

The doorman greeted them politely, but he seemed to scrutinize them from head to toe, evaluating their appearance and perhaps their age. He asked, "You're not too young to be here, are you?"

Talia, being prepared, had already pulled out their IDs and handed them to him. She replied confidently, "We're both 23 years old, which is a perfectly normal age for a night out."

The man still seemed skeptical and asked, "Are you meeting friends tonight?"

As the man remained skeptical, perhaps looking for a way to further test them, a sudden commotion erupted in the crowd. Exclamations and murmurs spread like a wave. However, Talia was too busy talking to the bouncer to pay attention to these events.

It was then that a mysterious figure, the trigger of her destiny, slowly made his way up the line. She only noticed him when he abruptly interrupted her, cutting the line to address the bouncer directly and demand entry to the nightclub.

Shocked by the man's lack of civility, Talia couldn't help but express her surprise. She exchanged a troubled look with Clara, sharing their perplexity at this unexpected scene. However, astonishment gave way to even greater surprise when, to their amazement, the bouncer decided to unhook the rope to allow the man and his friends to enter the nightclub, ignoring the line that had formed for hours.

In a tone of indignation, Talia expressed her discontent: "Wait a minute! We, just like everyone else here, have been patiently waiting in this line for hours. It's unfair that this man can simply cut in front of everyone."

The man stopped in his tracks, turned to Talia and Clara, visibly as surprised to be reprimanded. He then turned to the bouncer, looking puzzled, clearly not understanding Talia's words.

The bouncer, somewhat embarrassed, translated Talia's words into English for the man. After hearing Talia's complaint, the bouncer turned to her again to explain, "In this nightclub, celebrities enjoy special privileges that we must respect. They are not required to wait in line like everyone else, in accordance with the establishment's policy."

Talia and Clara looked at each other, stunned by this response. They understood that the night ahead was going to be much more surprising and memorable than they had imagined.

Clara turned to Talia with a reassuring smile and said, "Don't worry, we'll get in soon. A little cold won't kill us." Then, teasingly, she added, "And besides, it gives us a good reason to snuggle up to each other to keep warm."

However, after nearly an hour of waiting in the cold, Talia could sense Clara's shivers, despite her reassuring words. She understood that her friend, despite her claims to the contrary, was not comfortable in the cold. Frustrated by this situation, Talia turned to the group, particularly to the man who hadn't moved an inch. He was looking at her with curiosity, but unfortunately, the darkness of the night prevented her from discerning his features or recognizing him. She let out a sigh of resignation and decided to end this confrontation.

Talia lifted her head, looked the man straight in the eyes, and declared in English, "Celebrity is a fickle companion who, often, ends up eating the hearts of those who loved her." After uttering these words, she turned to Clara, who gave her a disapproving look, but tinged with understanding.

As the young women listened with curiosity to the footsteps of the guests entering the establishment, they were surprised to find that some footsteps were retreating, reappearing in the group that was about to enter. To their great surprise, the mysterious man was back.

He addressed them with a warm smile, asking, "May I have your names, please?"

Clara, somewhat disturbed by this unusual situation, quickly revealed their first names, but not without receiving a subtle nudge from Talia, who was more wary.

After getting their names, the man turned to the bouncer and instructed him to add them to the guest list of their VIP section. Then, turning to the women, he awkwardly ran a hand through his neck, then made them a proposition: "I invite you to join us on the 'privileged' side for the evening."

Talia, still perplexed by this unexpected situation, simply nodded in acceptance. However, Clara, after a moment of reflection, asked a question full of curiosity, "Which exact section should we go to? There must be several, right?"

An amused smile lit up the man's face as he removed the hood that had partially covered his face since the beginning of the conversation. He introduced himself in the most casual manner: "Norris, Lando Norris."

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