𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 | 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗓

sparks of formula 1

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬
⁻ˢʷᵉᵃᵗᵉʳ ʷᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ

Cecilia loved motorsport, no doubt about it. She grew up watching the Márquez brothers race all the time and it didn't stop there.

She didn't miss a single Formula 1 Grand Prix, regularly sneaking her phone to class just so she could watch the most talented drivers and the fastest cars in the world race.

Cece always cheered for the red Ferrari cars. A devoted Ferrari fan through thick and thin just like her grandfather.

"Marc, Cece, it is so nice to see you again!" Carlos comes towards them greeting each one with a hug.

Cecil met Carlos through Marc and they immediately hit it off, easily matching the other's vibe and never running out of things to talk about.

"It's so good to see you," She smiled and looked around the Ferrari garage taking in the moment. Formula 1, the pinnacle of motorsport.

Carlos gave Marc and Cecil a short tour of the garage like he always does, stopping by Charles and Frédéric Vasseur to greet him as well and exchange some words and then lead them to the Ferrari hospitality since Cece didn't have time to eat breakfast yet.

"So how are you guys enjoying your break so far?" Carlos asks the two other Spaniards as they sit down at a circular white table.

"Fun," Marc laughs recalling the memories they made so far "We went to see the LeMans where Cece took like a million photos and then visited my family," he gives a quick glance towards Cece chuckling.

"I have a feeling that my parents prefer Cecilia over me," he joked acting offended making the girl laugh.

"Of course, they love me more," she replies in a duh tone and rolls her eyes playfully taking a bite of her croissant.

"I saw the pictures you took at the LeMans on your Instagram, they are really amazing," Carlos compliments the girl boosting her confidence in her photography skills.

Cece loved photography but was always lacking confidence and was very insecure never thinking of herself as a good photographer.

"If you have your camera with you and you decide to take any photos you better send them to me," the Ferrari driver threatened jokingly managing to make the girl smile.

They stayed there chatting and catching up until Carlos had to go and prepare for his race leaving them in the spacious cafeteria.

Despite the Red Bull's dominance, the race was very fun to watch, with a lot of action and moments that really left Cece in anticipation.

Adding to the girl's happiness the race went great for the Italian team with two very nice finishes a P3 for Carlos and a P4 for Charles.

"Congratulations guys those are some amazing points," Cece congratulated both drivers when they returned to the Ferrari garage after the podium ceremony.

She received a hug from each driver. The one from Carlos was a little too long to Marc's liking but he let it be in order to not cause any unnecessary drama. After all, who was he to dictate to Cece who she can and can't hug?

"We should go out for dinner tonight?" Carlos makes a suggestion and both Spaniards together with the Monegasque accept.

For Cece, a dinner was an idea much more preferred than a party since the memory of literally getting drugged at a party was still pretty fresh in her mind.

They stayed at the circuit for a few more hours just hanging out with Marc and other drivers and then they went to their hotel.

"What are you laughing at?" Marc asked curiously as he was driving.

"It's just Carlos," she giggles as she receives another text message from the Ferrari boy.

"I sent him the photos I took today," she adds her eyes still focused on the screen of her phone.

"Didn't know you two were close," Marc muttered under his breath and decided to leave the topic and focus on the road instead.

At least he tried, his gaze and thoughts kept shifting towards the person sitting on the passenger seat next to him.

He could hardly recall when was the last time he saw his Cecil giggle over a text from a boy.

Could you like him? Is there something going on between Carlos and Cece?
Or maybe they are just friends and all his worries as useless.

It shouldn't bother him, Cecilia was a free person and was allowed to talk to whoever she wanted. So why did it bother him so much? Why couldn't he stop thinking about it?

It confused him and he didn't like that. The rest of the drive was silent with only music playing quietly in the background.

"Carlos sent me the name of the restaurant where we will be going, I will forward it to you okay?" Cecilia broke the silence looking up from her phone at Marc.

"Sure," He shrugged indifferently and had to stop himself from looking at the girl to his right and just kept his eyes on the road instead.

Cece could feel that something was off with her best friend but couldn't place her finger on what exactly it was.

Maybe he was just tired, she thought deciding it would probably be better if she just let it go.

𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝...

AN: hiiiii a much shorter chapter than usual but I really felt like this was a good time to stop it.
How do you like it so far?
It's slowly getting intense.
What do you think about Cece and Carlos?
Take care<3