There's Twice as Many Stars as Usual| L.S

6

Charlotte

It was now Sunday morning, and the sun shining through the curtains shook me from my sleep. The sprint race yesterday had been a thrilling reintroduction to the world of motorsports. George had managed to clinch 4th place, while Hamilton secured 7th, their performances fueling my excitement for the main event today.

I heard the shower running—a clear sign that Mick was already awake. Taking advantage of the moment, I changed into a blouse and some nice pants, then threw on Mick's Mercedes jacket and my paddock pass.

Sitting on the bed, I waited for him to finish so we could head to the track. When Mick emerged, freshly showered and ready, we grabbed our essentials and made our way downstairs. The hotel lobby buzzed with the energy of fans and team members alike, everyone eager for the day's race.

"Ready for another day in the fast lane?" Mick asked, flashing a reassuring smile as we stepped into the waiting car.

I nodded, my own excitement building. "Absolutely. Let's do this."

As we drove towards the circuit, the city streets of Baku began to fill with fans, their enthusiasm palpable. Arriving at the paddock, we were greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of race day—the roar of engines, the hustle of crew members, and the flashing of cameras capturing every moment.

To the reporters and anyone on the outside, it looked like Mick and I could be the perfect couple. However, this was not the case. We were very close friends, almost like siblings, and nothing would change that.

As we navigated the paddock, exchanging smiles and small talk with team members and fans, I couldn't help but feel grateful for Mick's unwavering support. He was my rock in this high-pressure environment, and I was determined to be there for him too. We reached the Mercedes garage, where Lewis and George were already deep in conversation with their engineers, discussing strategies for the race. The air was thick with tension and excitement, a reminder of the challenges and triumphs that lay ahead. I settled into my spot, ready to witness another day of exhilarating motorsport and to support my friends

As the race progressed, tensions were high with the race order changing frequently. The team and engineers constantly relayed orders and details to the drivers, creating a flurry of activity in the garage. Hamilton clinched 6th place and Russell 8th, and I couldn't have been prouder of them. When they returned to the garage for the post-race briefing, I congratulated both of them warmly With the race concluded and the adrenaline slowly fading, I set off to find Mick I find him in hospitality we chat for awhile while the drivers are all in post race interviews

"I heard that some of the drivers are going out tonight if you wanna go, if not we can always just stay in" Mick says over his food

"I'll think about it," I replied, considering Mick's invitation as I picked at my food. The idea of going out with the drivers sounded tempting,After some contemplation, I decided to accept Mick's invitation and join the drivers for a night out. Despite my initial hesitation, the allure of spending time with Mick and the excitement of the evening ahead outweighed my nerves.

we made our way back to the hotel to change before heading out for the night. As we entered the lobby, the familiar surroundings offered a sense of calm amidst the anticipation of the evening ahead. As we made our way to the bar, my anticipation grew, but so did a nagging sense of unease. What if Logan was there? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, stirring up memories and emotions that I had long tried to bury.

As we entered the club, the pulsing music and vibrant atmosphere enveloped us, masking my inner turmoil. I plastered on a smile and engaged in lively conversation with Mick and the other drivers, but my mind kept wandering back to the possibility of encountering Logan. With each passing moment, the tension mounted, until finally, I spotted him across the room, his familiar figure sending a jolt of nerves through me. As I spotted Logan across the room, my heart skipped a beat, and a knot formed in my stomach. I tried to maintain my composure, but the sight of him brought a rush of conflicting emotions to the surface. Before I could gather my thoughts, I saw him making his way through the crowd, heading in my direction. Panic surged within me, and I searched frantically for an escape route, but it was too late. Logan was already standing in front of me, a tentative smile on his lips as he greeted me. Despite my best efforts to mask my unease, I could feel the tension crackling in the air between us.