The Racing Line | M.V.

3. Dry

Ava was Liv's best girl friend and stylist. They had met in Monaco a couple of years ago when Liv was out shopping by herself. Liv came out of a fitting room in Valentino trying to see herself in a different mirror when Ava saw her for the first time. She completely destroyed her outfit with her words. Liv loved it. 

Being a Formula 1 driver meant that a lot of people wanted to be close to Olivia. They wanted to be her friend, her partner, anything they could get their hands on. People were often way too nice to her, way too fake. She never knew who she could trust because she always thought people just wanted to use her for fame, status or money. So she often stayed away from everyone else, she didn't need anyone anyways. She had Max, she had Checo, and the rest of her friends who were all in Formula 1 so they obviously weren't trying to use her. 

So when Ava completely demolished her outfit, Liv smiled. Ava saw her smile and she smiled back "Sorry" she apologized "It's just awful" she chuckled "I think we could find you something so much better".

"Let's do it then" said Liv. 

They started browsing around the store "I'm Ava by the way" she said as she shook her hand and gave her a kiss on each cheek.

"I'm Liv" she said happily. She could tell Ava had no idea who she was and she loved that. 

Ava really pulled through, she created some great outfits for Liv, she had never looked so good. "How are you so good at this?" asked Liv impressed.

"I just graduated from a Fashion Design bachelor's in Paris. I just got back here" she shrugged.

Liv didn't hesitate for a moment "Do you want to be my stylist?" she asked.

Ava was confused "Like a personal stylist?".

"Yeah, sorry, I'm a Formula 1 driver so I go to all kinds of events and like you just saw earlier I'm not very good at this" she chuckled "That's the problem with always wearing a racing suit, you don't learn how to match your clothes very much" It also didn't help that all her friends were guys and she had grown up apart from her mother. 

"You drive for Formula 1?" said Ava impressed.

"Yeah, Porsche, do you watch it?" she asked.

She chuckled "Hell no, it's so boring. But I would love to be your stylist" Ava smiled.

"Let's talk it over coffee?" suggested Liv.

"Sure, I know a great spot" said Ava. After that they clicked right away. Ava became more than her stylist, soon she was her closest friend, besides Max. And as much as she loved Max, Liv really needed a female friend. 

Specially for moments like this. As soon as Liv rushed out of her apartment she called Ava. They didn't actually have any plans that day, she had lied because of her nerves. She just knew she couldn't stay in that room watching Max eating strawberries any longer. She was going to start drooling. 

She arrived to their usual café and about 15 minutes later Ava arrived. Liv got up to hug her, she hadn't seen her in a while. 

"How was Mykonos?" she asked with a smile as she sat in front of Liv.

"Fuck Mykonos, I'm in the middle of a crisis right now" said Liv full of dread. Then she whispered "I dreamt I had sex with Max" as she leaned in, to be as close to Ava as possible while she said it. 

Ava's eyes went wide "You did?!" a smile started to grow on her face "Was it hot?".

Liv started laughing "I mean, it was but that isn't the point" she said "It was so embarrassing. He was in my apartment and heard me yell out his name so he came to check what was going on"