matilda | MV01

09 | the factory

++++ oh no

how did i manage to lose me ++++

HOW DO YOU SLEEP sam smith

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Senna had put down her phone a while ago, but she just continued to talk with Martin. So far, the restaurant was nice. Senna had ordered a simple Pepsi while Martin opted for a lemonade. Senna always made fun of him for his love of the childish drink.

"Seriously, are you ten years old?" Senna chuckled as Martin only frowned and deadass stared at her.

"I could ask you the same thing- Ms. Teenager." Martin said and lifted the glass to his lips to take a sip of his drink of choice.

"Yeah, how does it feel to go out with a teenager?" Senna said and Martin cringed at the wording.

"There's something seriously wrong with you." He pointed out and she only shrugged.

"For hanging out with men seven and eight years older than me? I think that makes you both weird, not me." She leaned back on her chair. A deep chuckle was heard and both Dutch people turned their heads to find the world champion standing next to the table.

"Mind if I sit here?" He asked and motioned towards the table.

"Yes, we actually do." Martin frowned at the familiar Dutchman who only scoffed and grabbed the seat next to Senna.

"Only people with daddy issues can sit here-" Martin gave the classic line whenever they were ostracizing a friend.

"Oh wait, that's you!" Senna said and opened her arms to welcome Max to the table. He chuckled lightly at the dumb joke. Both he and Senna's dad's were publicly bad parents, but Martin's was only behind closed doors. It was interesting how they all had such similar upbringings.

"Did you order yet? I'm starved." Max asked as he looked out briefly at the view of the bay.

"And ready to stretch Martin's credit card bill?" Senna smirked and looked over to the oldest of them. Martin frowned at the comment, but couldn't say he was surprised.

"Yeah, that too. I've practically starved myself so that I could fit more food." Max chuckled.

"Me too, didn't eat at all last night." Senna admitted and watched as Martin gasped. He had successfully grabbed the attention of both Senna and Max.

"That explains why you rang me last night when you were blackout drunk." Martin cackled and Senna's cheeks grew warm. She didn't remember that at all.

"Fuck, what did I say?" Senna held a hand to her forehead as she stared at the table in embarrassment.

"It got deep pretty quickly..." Martin admitted, clearly hinting to Senna that he didn't want to mention it with Max around.

"No, I want to know. What did I say, Martin?" Senna reiterated and Martin sighed.

"That you don't want to move to Monaco. Or get a seat." Martin admitted and Senna just stared. She had no emotion to show, as it was just a reminder of her true thoughts.

The table went silent for a few seconds. A hint of awkwardness was now between the three until Max broke it.

"You're moving to Monaco?" He asked curiously and Senna only shrugged.

"AS Monaco wants me, so it is a good possibility." Senna shrugged. She knew that Max, and a few of her other friends already lived in Monaco.

"But you're getting a seat?" He asked again. Senna forgave him for his curiosity, as it was not meant maliciously.