Woke up way too late, I still wasn't used to the timezone and talked to Keeley until 3am.
So I had a terrible night of sleep, was so tired and I was too late.
Great.
Scanned my pass and literally ran through the paddock.
Saw Max and Taura sitting together, laughing, as if they were best friends. Didn't know they even knew each other.
They didn't, right?
She worked for Mercedes, and they couldn't stand Max. What did they possibly have to talk about? Or laugh about together?
Had to ask Max about that later.
"Glad you decided to join us" Jon laughed, looking at his watch. "Not too late at all"
"Overslept" I quickly said.
"That girlfriend of yours is distracting you" he said it as if he was joking, but I knew he wasn't. He was serious.
"Yeah well, every girlfriend distracts you, right?" I shrugged.
"No, your girlfriend should let you get your rest - especially before qualifying" he pointed out. Definitely not laughing right now.
"Yeah yeah" I rolled my eyes. "I will tell her, mate"
I was seriously over this conversation.
So I walked up to my drivers room, got changed and did the qualifying as best as I could.
Wasn't too great - not too bad either.
Didn't matter, I had to find Max, who wasn't too hard to find. He was where you would expect him to be, in front of the Red Bull hospitality with a can of Red Bull in his hand.
Gave him a handshake, talked about the qualifying a bit, got over all the small talk until I could finally ask what I wanted to ask.
"So I saw you were talking to Taura earlier" I tried to be as casually as I could.
Still wanted to know what they talked about though.
"Yeah, she had a bad day" he just said, not giving anything else away.
"Why?"
Max raised his eyebrow with a slight smirk. I talked about her to him already. I think he saw us talking, or arguing, like we always did.
He asked who she was, told him she had a boyfriend to make him leave her alone. Him and Kelly broke up not too long ago, so I knew he was on the hunt for a rebound.
A Mercedes strategist was a perfect rebound.
Wasn't gonna let that happen.
"She doesn't have a boyfriend, you know?" He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out if I was lying before.
I wasn't. I actually thought she was dating someone. That Mercedes mechanic.
"She does though?" Sounded more like a question than I wanted to.
"No, she told me she was single" he smirked even bigger right now.
"Oh really" I mumbled. "So are you interested in her?"
"Oh I definitely am, have you seen her?"
Yes I did mate. Brown hair, Bambi eyes, a freckle under her eye and one on top of her nose, which was my favorite because it made her look even more like Bambi.
I hated that I had a favorite freckle.
"Anyways, I should go, I'll see you tomorrow man" I said, patting his back and walked away.
Not to the Mclaren hospitality, I was on my way to Mercedes. Max couldn't walk in there, but I sure could.
"Where's Taura?" I asked Quinn, she was standing outside with, who I guessed, was Romeo.
"Inside" she pointed at a table inside the hospitality.
"Knoxy!" I said enthusiastically as I walked in.
She didn't even look at me, she kept looking at her laptop.
So, I closed her laptop, which made her look up, annoyance all over her face. "What?"
"We are going to dinner tonight" I leaned on her table. I kinda expected her to tell me to fuck off.
But she didn't. She tilted her head, sighed just a little bit. "Are you paying?"
"I-uh-yes of course" I stuttered. Wasn't expecting her to agree with it. I was ready to give her fake reasons why she should come with me.
Guess I didn't need those.
"Fine" she shrugged, opening her laptop again. "I have to work now" she waved me off.
She left me speechless once again.
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