Chapter Twenty-one: Grocery shopping 🛒

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"Sofia Valentina Cortez."

"SoPhIa VaLeNtInA CoTeZ." Lando tried to say her name without his British accent and with a 'spanish' accent, he didn't do well.

"That's not how you are supposed to say it and you always forget the R letter."

"Well, I'm not Spanish, I'm British so deal with it."

"Okay, sassy! Your problem is that the only Spanish you know, you learned it from Carlos, he speaks Spanish from Spain, I speak Spanish from Argentina. Different accents." She explained.

"So you are going to teach me your spanish?"

"I feel like teaching you something is really hard to accomplish."

"Soph, we are closing soon." Isaac said and she checked the time on her phone.

"Oh wow, sorry Isaac, I didn't realize it was this late. I'll grab the stuff and take it downstairs."

"I'll take them. I'll help Lana clean and close and we can go home, if you wait for me for like 30 minutes." He said while taking the tray with mugs. Lando saw an opportunity and took it.

"I can drive you home, if you want." He said to Sophie.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to bother you."

"You don't, Soph. I would gladly give you a ride."

"Thank you. He's taking me home." She said to her friend.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'll be fine." He nodded, looked at Lando and went downstairs. Sophie notices the look he gives him.

"Did he threaten you?"

"I don't want to lie to you, he did, multiple times."

Lando grabbed his stuff and they went downstairs. They said goodbye to everyone, Sophie grabbed the flowers Lando bought for her and they left the cafe. Not without Isaac whispering to her 'let me know you are safe' she loves her protective friend.
They walked around the corner since that's where Lando's car was parked.

"Wow."

"What?"

"That's your car?" He nodded. "Do you have a normal car?"

"What's wrong with this one? It's a McLaren."

"Nothing, It's nice and everything, it just looks a little scary."

Sophie loves F1 with fast expensive cars, but she likes to watch them, she doesn't enjoy being the one on them. The car Lando drives, perfectly fits the F1 driver type, but Sophie doesn't even know how to drive and if she could she would probably go as slow as she could because she's quite scared of high speed.

"My own cars are in Monaco, where I live. When I'm in the UK, McLaren provides me with cars to drive around where I need to." He opened the door and stretched his hand for her.

"Fancy and scary, I see." She says, still unsure.

"Soph, not to brag but I'm a F1 driver, I know how to drive cars, I'll take good care of you." She takes his hand and gets in the car, he goes around and gets in his seat.

"Can you hold this while I put the seatbelt on?" She asked, holding the flowers and her bag.

"Why don't you let me just..."

He got really close to her, only a few centimeters separating their faces. Sophie couldn't breathe properly, his face was so perfect, his beautiful eyes looking deep into hers, his lips so close to her lips that she could feel his warm breath. She really wanted to taste his lips, she wanted to kiss him right there right now. But he stretched his arm, grabbed the seatbelt, put it around her and slowly backed up to put his seatbelt on, then he grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and smiled at her. Sophie let out the breath she didn't notice she was holding and he laughed looking away.

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