Mick Schumacher, a 25 year old racing driver in F1 for the Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 team.
Sabine Bonnet, a 24 year old journalism student in Geneva, Switzerland.
Both come from a rich family and have very similar lives. One night, in Spain, they ha...
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"I hate shopping," Sabine groaned as they walked around the shopping mall, "it's such a waste of time."
"That's not true, it's so fun." Clara said while they entered the umpteenth shop of the day.
"You call this fun? I've been walking around all day without buying a single thing." The brunette rolled her eyes, "But I have to admit I enjoy the company, so it's a bit more sufferable."
After visiting what felt like a thousand shops, they decided it was time to head home and Chloe invited them over for dinner.
"Do you want to come to the beach with us tomorrow?" Scotty - Chloe's husband - asked as they sat out on the patio of their house.
"Are you sure we don't bother you? If you want some alone time between you two it's okay." Sabine said quietly.
"Bother us? We'd love it if you two came, it's always fun with you!" Chloe reassured her.
"Fine, what do you say, Cla? Shall we go? Or you're going to wake up at 11 am?" The brunette teased her friend.
"I promise I'll try to wake up in time." Clara raised her hands in defeat, making everyone laugh.
Chloe stood up to clear the table and asked Clara to follow her into the kitchen with an excuse.
"What's the matter?" Clara asked with a frown on her face, closing the door behind her.
"There's something I need you to tell Sabine, you're closer to her than I am so please do me this favour." Chloe started, leaning against the counter.
"I don't know if you remember, but last night, when we were partying, I asked one of Scotty's friends to bring Sabine home." Clara nodded her head, still not getting where this was going. "However, I called him this morning and he told me he didn't just bring her home."
"Wait I remember going to pick her up at his place because she had forgotten the keys." Clara frowned again.
"I was getting there," the Canadian chuckled softly, "Like you said, Sabine didn't have the keys so he brought her to his place and they watched a movie. Somehow they, uh...ended up making out on his couch and if you hadn't called they probably wouldn't have stopped."
"She...they did what? Are you sure we're talking about Sabine? She's...she'd never do that she's way too shy."
"Yeah, but she wasn't sober and she has had a major crush on this guy since forever." Chloe explained, "You know what they say, when in Rome...or better, when in Majorca..." she laughed softly.
"So you want me to tell her about it?" Clara crossed her arms over her chest, thinking of how she was going to find the courage to tell her friend the truth.
"Yes, I don't want her to keep overthinking what happened since she doesn't remember anything." Chloe said quietly.
"Okay, I guess I'll find a way to tell her." Clara nodded and sighed softly, "Is he cute at least?"
"Oh, shut up!" The Canadian laughed and they went back into the living room.
