Nürburg Germany-2022
Angelus Reyes always preferred to get his coffee from a local shop rather than the hotel. He enjoyed the walk, taking in the sights of early morning life. People rushed to work, walked their dogs, or ran, some with families, others alone. It was nice. It was normal, and god knows he misses normal.
He looked down at the directions on his phone, stopping in front of a quaint café. He confirmed he was in the right place before pushing the door open, the bell above tinkling softly.
A waitress greeted him with an overly bright smile. "Auf Wiedersehen. Kann ich Ihnen helfen?"
Angelus had never learned much German, despite the ridiculous amount of times he found himself visiting the country. It was a difficult language, and he had never prided himself on being academic in that regard.
He smiled politely and moved to the counter, knowing from experience that speaking English often made the smiles drop a little. He could use a smile, even a fake one, at eight in the morning.
After placing his order, he found a seat and looked around the nearly empty coffee shop. The familiar ache in his joints flared up, he sighed, pulling out his phone to check the time. He counted the 35 tiles on the checkered ceiling twice until the sharp ding of the doorbell interrupted him.
Two men dressed head to toe in team merchandise entered. So much for subtlety, he thought, grimacing. As they approached, Angelus ignored his screaming joints and stood to shake their hands.
"Angelus Reyes, now that's a face I haven't seen in a while. Since 2017, I reckon," Christian Horner said with a smile, taking a seat in front of him.
Angelus forced a smile, noticing the man next to Christian doing the same.
"Where could you have seen me?" Angelus huffed jokingly. His accent heavy and his voice dry from lack of use.
"Ah yes, you've been hiding out in Japan, Mr. Dark and Mysterious," Christian laughed. Angelus let out a polite laugh, but his silence afterward made Christian's gaze soften.
"How have you been, mate?" the Brit said lowering his voice.
"All good," Angelus rushed out, avoiding Christian's pitying gaze. "Hey, I just need to be somewhere. You know how it is. What did you want when you asked to meet?"
"Okay, I see. Well, Angelus, this is Adrian Newey, if you haven't heard of him, Red Bull's chief technical officer and car designer," Christian said, motioning to the man beside him.
"Of course. Good to meet you, Mr. Newey. Pleasure.""I'm sure you want to know why I contacted you out of the blue," Christian said,
"Yes," Angelus replied, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Look, kid, I have a proposition for you," Newey interrupted, cutting to the chase.
Angelus frowned, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, what kind of proposition?"
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Maybe in another life-formula 1
FanfictionMaxy and Angel that's what they used to be. Verstappen and Reyes that's what they became. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe in another life.
