Mi campeón - Carlos Sainz (EN)

Chapter 5: August 21, 2023

The day was slowly beginning, with the city bathed in the soft morning light. Two young men, evidently wide awake and brimming with energy, stood outside the door of a young woman who, on the other hand, was still in the arms of Morpheus. Faint knocks echoed, then intensified, and finally, she heard her name. Still half-asleep, Talia got up and headed towards the door, rubbing her sleep-clouded eyes.

When she opened the door, she found Pierre Gasly and George Russell, who seemed already ready for a new day of adventures. A sleepy smile appeared on her face as she greeted them with a slightly hoarse voice.

Talia: (with a smile) Hi, guys. You woke me up, but oh well, it's the start of a new day.

George: (laughing) We dragged you out of bed, sorry about that. You didn't seem too thrilled.

Talia: Before my first coffee, I'm never really awake, you know. But it's okay. So, why are you here?

Pierre: Lando feels bad about leaving you alone during the meetings, so we came to kidnap you for a little activity.

George: Exactly! We planned a bike ride, are you in?

Talia raised an eyebrow, surprised by this early proposition. She wasn't unhappy about the idea, but she wondered about their eagerness.

Talia: A bike ride? You guys are early birds.

It took a few seconds for Talia to fully grasp what the boys had in mind. Before she could react or express her concerns, George and Pierre exchanged a knowing glance, and suddenly, Pierre lifted her by the thighs and swung her over his shoulder. The young woman burst into laughter, leaning forward to pat Pierre's back in protest while trying not to make too much noise, knowing that some people were still asleep.

George, still in on this little morning adventure, joked that they now had to go to Ferrari. Talia struggled slightly to try to free herself, but she calmed down upon noticing an older woman inside the elevator. The lady seemed torn between concern and amusement as George explained the situation.

George: Don't worry, ma'am. It's our friend who misbehaved, so we're kidnapping her.

The elderly woman shook her head, hands up in surrender, then the trio exited the elevator on the lower floor, ready to continue their adventure.

The boys headed towards the door with the number 55. Carlos opened the door and was greeted by a surprising scene of flailing feet, while Pierre tried to keep them in place.

Carlos: My god, what are you guys doing here?

Pierre: (laughing) We decided to kidnap Talia for a little bike adventure. You should come, Carlos. It's bound to be fun.

George: (enthusiastically) Yes, Carlos, will you join us? We were also thinking of asking Charles to join.

Carlos accepted the invitation, but he insisted on first ensuring Talia's safety and getting her down from her somewhat uncomfortable position.

Carlos: (smiling) Alright, I'm in, but first, let's get Talia down. What did you guys do to her to get her in this position? (He laughed)

George helped Pierre lower her gently, and Talia caught her breath as she ran a hand through her hair. She finally turned to the Spaniard, who was smiling, leaning against the door, his hair disheveled after a restless night of sleep. She noticed Carlos's gaze sliding down her legs, and she suddenly realized her attire. She quickly adjusted her oversized t-shirt that hung over shorts that suddenly seemed too short.

Talia felt somewhat embarrassed by the situation, but she made an effort to smile at Carlos, sensing that it was difficult to go back.

Talia: (laughing) Good morning, Carlos. Sorry for the morning chaos.