Racing Bonds

Back in Florida

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the bustling city of Baku, Amelia and Logan found themselves relaxing in the comfort of Logan's hotel room after a challenging race day at the Azerbaijan Grand Prix. The adrenaline of the race still pulsed through their veins, but now, as they sat together in companionable silence, they relished the opportunity to unwind and reflect on the events of the day.

Amelia lounged on the plush sofa, her legs stretched out before her as she sipped on a milkshake Logan bought her to celebrate her win. Logan sat opposite her, perched on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the stunning view of the city skyline stretching out before them.

As they sat in comfortable silence, lost in their own thoughts, the atmosphere was suddenly broken by the ringing of Logan's phone. With a curious glance, he reached over to answer it, his brow furrowing in concentration as he listened intently to the voice on the other end of the line.

After a brief exchange, Logan's expression brightened with excitement, a grin spreading across his face as he turned to Amelia. "Amelia, you won't believe this," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement. "It's our managers—they've just told me some news!"

Amelia's interest piqued, she set down her milkshake on the table and leaned forward, eager to hear what Logan had to say. "What is it?" she asked, her curiosity evident in her tone.

Logan's grin widened as he relayed the news. "Our old high school wants to induct us into their wall of fame as part of their distinguished alumni," he explained, his eyes shining with excitement. "And they're organizing a special ceremony for us to attend the week after our home race in Miami."

Amelia's eyes widened in astonishment at the unexpected announcement. "That's incredible!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine delight. "I never imagined this would happen because we barely even showed up."

Logan nodded in agreement before continuing. "They want us to meet up with them the week before to figure out the details, like what day and time during the school day works best for us," he said.

Amelia never thought about returning to her old high school, she barely had any memories from high school. "I can't wait to see Mrs. Johnson again she was the best teacher there," she said.

Logan nodded in agreement, "It's going to be a day to remember," he said, "And we'll each have to write a speech too."

Amelia chuckled at the thought, already brainstorming ideas for what she would say on the occasion. "I better start thinking about what to write for my speech and I might text the Fort Lauderdale squad to ask for help," "I think I should do the same as they remember of our high school time better than we do," He said smiling before he got up and sat on the opposite side of the couch that I was on, "So are we gonna watch a movie or go out and celebrate your win," "You know the answer," "So which Star Wars movie are we watching?"

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As Amelia navigated the streets of her hometown, the car filled with a sense of quiet anticipation. Though they had spent their formative years in that school, neither Amelia nor Logan had many memories of their time in high school. Their racing careers had taken precedence, leaving little room for traditional teenage experiences.

As they pulled up outside Olivia's school, a wave of nostalgia washed over them, mingling with a tinge of regret for the memories they had missed out on. Olivia, unaware of their inner thoughts, chattered excitedly from the backseat, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to the subdued atmosphere in the car.

"Here we are," Amelia announced quietly, bringing the car to a stop as she parked. Logan glanced over at Amelia, a flicker of melancholy in his eyes as he surveyed the familiar sight before them.