Racing Through My Thoughts

Chapter Thirty-Four: Hidden Shopping

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--Evelyn's POV--

Oscar, Lando, and I are walking into a small boutique in the middle of nowhere. I feel like we drove for nearly an hour to get here. How did he even find this place? I was honestly shocked he was serious about going shopping in the first place. I'm nervous to see the other side of my boyfriend's life...little Lando Norris isn't as innocent as everyone thinks he is. I give him a confused look as he grabs three bandanas from his center console. He starts tying it around his lower face as he pushes his snapback down lower. He leans closer to the passenger seat pushing my hair out of the way as he ties it around my face. The only distinguishable feature is my eyes as I look back and see Osc in a beanie and bandana. I feel like we are robbing this place now. 

 The shop has a dark vibe to it. It's like a skate shop, casino, and strip club has a child. There's a sign above the cash register of a woman lifting her leg as the neon lights go on and off. It's definitely not the kind of place I was expecting but I'm intrigued. 

He walks to the back and greets the store owner before he waves us over to a door in the back. The two of us look at each other before going down a small set of stairs. The room is lit up by red and white lights making it seem like we are in some drama movie, "What the hell are we doing?" I ask as I follow Lando in front of a clothing rack. He unties his bandana with a smile as Oscar and I copy his movements.

He pulls out a shirt and holds it against my body ignoring my questions, "Babe, just trust me," he says making me shut up. He's never called me babe before. I kind of like it. I look at Oscar as he looks for his own clothes and turn back seeing a stack being shoved in my face. He points to a changing room so I walk over. He yells at me about the combinations that he wants to see. I should not find him bossing me around this attractive. When I look at myself in the mirror my eyes widen as I open the door. They are faux red leather pants with a leather bodysuit that had giant cut outs in the hips. He smiles at how good it looks before he notices Oscar staring. The Aussie quickly turns away and continues looking. 

"I am not wearing this," I tell him as he rolls his eyes and pushes me back inside. I grab the next set and it already looks better to me. It's a mini skirt and a top that's basically a bikini top. My body looks good as I put on the red jacket that matches the helmet he wears. When I step out he immediately smiles nodding his head as he closes the distance pushing me back into the changing room. 

Oscar loudly clears his throat as Lando starts taking the jacket off, "I love that you guys are back together but I'm not here to hear you guys have sex," he says as I push him out and change back into my normal clothes. When I come back out Lando and Oscar are laughing as they pick out clothes for him. Lando holds up a blue bandana and throws it at me so it matches the outfit in my hand. Oscar is fitted in some baggy jeans and a shirt that is giving early 2000s Channing Tatum vibes. He pulls it off as he walks out doing a small spin as he throws us fake gang signs.

"I hate this," Lando says as he takes the clothes and hands his card to the cashier at the front. I put my hand on his shoulder to assure him we will be fine but I know he's terrified of us being there. We get into his car and he turns the music off looking at me through the rearview mirror, "I have a race in two days. It's the night before we have to get on the flight to America," he informs.

"What do we expect?" I ask.

"You have to stand your ground. Every guy is going to want to get a piece of you and I need you," he says looking at Oscar, "I need you to keep an eye on her. Pretend to be her boyfriend...I don't care. If anyone offers you anything you decline it. All eyes will be on the race so you shouldn't have to worry about being bothered too much if you don't make a scene," He explains clenching his jaw. 

I lean back in the seat and watch his eyes as he stares at me. Oscar looks out the window with an expressionless face as the wind blows through the car, "You don't have to go. I've been dealing with this for years and having you guys there won't make it easier," He says.

"Can't leave you alone with those people after you make them sound so scary," Oscar jokes trying to lighten the mood, "Mate, we will figure this out".

"Team Papaya," I smile as I squeeze his shoulder as he stops at a red light, "Whatever it takes"