𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 ˣ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐃 | ᵃʳˡᵉᶜᶜʰⁱⁿᵒ, ᶠᵘʳⁱⁿᵃ

3: 𝙊𝙝, 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤?

Holy shit grammarly fucked up my writing so bad I thought it was supposed to help me-
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It's officially Friday, at midnight. 2:45 AM to be exact. Navia had informed me hours ago about the meet-up and flight schedule before I left the headquarters.

Am I excited? Perhaps I am. In just a few hours, I'll be in a Formula One car after all. Though I refuse to drive new cars other than the only 2 ones I own, there's still that anticipation that resides inside of driving a new car. It just scratches that spot on my brain- shivers, it gives me shivers just by thinking about it.

I have not gotten a wink of sleep the moment I stepped foot inside my apartment. Navia said the meet up in the airport is 2:00 AM. Yet, here I am at the Fontaine Airlines' lobby standing like a lost child waiting for their parents to come back from the bathroom.

I've been standing for quite a while now. I check my watch, it's 2:56 AM. No wonder why my shoulder is starting to feel stiff. "No way... They could've forgotten me right?"

The flight schedule was at 3, 3:00 AM flat. Navia's with the team, I understand if the others could've forgotten me but no way Navia did, right? That strategist personally told me about the meet up.

Worst case scenario- she was just kidding about it.

I hope not.

The bag containing merely clothes is starting to cause an ache on my shoulder, Navia told me that we'll be staying in Liyue till' Tuesday. A five-day stay in short, I think I have enough clothes in my closet for a trip outside Fontaine. I haven't looked at this season's race schedule so I have no idea of where the next Grand Prix will be held at. Naturally, I'll be traveling around countries now as a F1 driver— but I have to debut first before I all that stuff happens.

"Oh Ferrari... Dainsleif, maybe I should've signed with Red Bull instead if this is going to happen to me from now on." I muttered under my breath.

My head has been turning left and right, eyes searching for any glimpses of that blonde hair or any person that may look like a part of Ferrari's staff. Nothing, I saw nothing- absolutely no one resembling any of the features I'm looking for.

Calling them is the obvious solution at this kind of a situation but I didn't give them my number- well, more like, I forgot to give them my number. Hah, who knows? Maybe the flight got rescheduled early and they left to Liyue already, I'll never know.

With no hope for them and to myself, I head inside the airport and sat on one of the seats in the lounge. I can see some passengers passed out asleep, some laid across the arrays of chairs and benches. Seeing them made me envy, envious of how well they're sleeping. I want to take a nap, desperately need so, but I don't want to waste the chance to possibly see one of the Ferrari team's staff and run up to them to say, "Hey! You guys almost forgot me! Haha!" or some stuff like that.

I hold my bag in front of me, tucking it in between my arms as I leaned back against the chair. Making it a makeshift pillow to hug. If it weren't for the hoodie I'm wearing, I would have been shivering in my seat already. Why is airport conditioning always so cold?

I remained seated there, losing track of the time passing by. I look down to my watch again. 3:16 AM, it says. As if on cue, across the attached seats is the large scaled window that gave view of the planes currently stationed in the airport, I can see a plane taking off. The low rev from the exhaust as it flew off the graphite grounds greets my ears.