Petrichor ~ Lewis Hamilton

2.6

July 24, 2045, Spa

Sienna's POV

Marcus threw his small tennis ball against the wall of my hotel room for the umpteenth time, letting it bounce back to where he was sitting against the edge of my bed.

“I'm bored” He sighed, resting his head on my bed where I was lying looking at the ceiling.

I turned my head to look at him. We had arrived in Belgium this morning but as soon as we landed a strong storm started, it didn't look like it was going to stop in the next few hours, canceling the rest of the flights for the day and any activity that we might have had.

We had already gone to the gym and watched a movie and it wasn't even five in the afternoon, Leo hadn't been able to arrive yet, his flight had been one of the canceled ones so he wasn't an option for entertainment either, leaving Marcus and I alone for the rest of the day.

“What do you want to do?” I ask him, maybe he comes up with something better than looking at a wall?

“I don't know! I usually go out for a run or to see the city but that is clearly not an option” He said looking out the window of my room, the rain hasn't stopped falling for hours “What is something you have always wanted to do?”

I thought for a while about my answer, it was not easy, my family was always on board to do whatever silly plan I had, and if not I could always drag Leo with me “I want a tattoo”

“Do your parents even let you?” He teased, earning him a pillow thrown at his face, making him laugh.

“Come on, don't be like that! I'm an adult I can take that kind of decisions on my own”  He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk “My father is covered in tattoos and my mother also has a couple of them, they can't really say anything about it, my brother got one when we turned eighteen but I chickened out and never got around to doing it”

“Alright, let's do that then” He took his cell phone out of his pocket and started looking for something.

“It's still pouring out there” I reminded him.

“Are you afraid of a little water Hamilton? Didn't you grow up in the UK? You should be used to it”

“We're not going to take a car in this weather, we'd barely see anything” I say, the last thing we need is to crash one of the cars they lend the team for the weekend.

“There is a studio five minutes walk from the hotel, if we run we will arrive in two” He said showing me his phone with the location of the place.

“I'm going to regret this” I sigh, getting up from the bed, going to grab some boots and a raincoat.

“Probably, But it's either that or go see what the other teams are doing, which-” I stop him, no way in hell we're going to spend time with those idiots.

“No thanks, I can hardly stand you, I can't stand people from other teams” I scrunch my nose, they weren't bad enough to spend a couple of minutes with, but most of them still behaved like kids, kids who, because they drive a car that could kill them every weekend, think they're better than the rest.

“Come on, you love me, don't play hard to get”

“Please, if I ever tell you that I love you, take me to the nearest hospital”  We leave my room going into the hotel corridor.

“You wound me” He said with a hand on his chest.

“Weak” I rolled my eyes and realized he was still just wearing a t-shirt “Are you going to protect yourself from the rain with the power of love or what?”