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Trigger warning: *This story contains content that mentions Kelly Piquet and her groomer tendencies*
~This story takes place during the 2021 F1 season~
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"Ow" She said. Her purse dropped to the ground, its contents spilling out. "Watch where you are going!" The man said with a sharp tone as he stood above her. Staring down with a scornful look. Her eyes met his blue ones searching for any ounce of remorse. "Well, are you going to apologize?" The man said. "Apologize?!" She felt herself nearly yell. "Yes, apologize." He said. "Oh yes, silly me. Let me apologize for you bumping into me!" She said finally scooping the last of her things back into her bag and standing up. The two were now eye level. "Is this some sort of trick?" His words confused the girl. "Trick? What the hell are you talking about? I was walking down this road and all of a sudden you came barrelling past me. I'm not sure how that is meant to trick you in any way." She said, rolling her eyes and adjusting her clothes. "You are seriously going to tell me you don't know who I am?" He said with his brows furrowed. She shook her head. "Nope." He scoffed at the response. "Then I guess this was a... " He took a deep breath before continuing. "... misunderstanding" His voice trailed off as he realized his mistake. "Whatever." She said and started down the street. The man began to get on his way when he looked down and saw a white piece of paper on the ground. A shoe print adorning one of the corners. He yelled out for the girl in hopes of getting her attention. "Hey! You forgot-" Before he could get out the rest of his words she rounded a corner. The Max Verstappen was not going to chase after some girl, so he promptly put the card in his back pocket and began hurriedly in the direction he was going before.
He might not chase after a girl, but he could always call her...
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