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As soon as Florentine and Carlos reached the bar, the male lowered himself onto a bar stool, waiting for Florentine to do the same. While Florentine was once again scanning over the wide array of alcoholic beverages, Carlos was studying her side profile.
A goofy grin found it's way onto his face at the realisation of how bizarre the whole situation seemed. Over the past couple of months, the girl had crossed his mind a few times. He wasn't sure what stuck with him more the way she randomly walked up to him, a complete stranger, to offer him some comfort and a cookie or the fact she was a diabetic working in a bakery. In the short time they shared together, the girl managed to impress the racing driver with mundane things.
Now that she was sitting besides him again, as a friend of one of his colleagues, Carlos believed it was faith that brought them together once again. He was glancing down at her attire, how effortlessly chic it seemed in contrast to the other females who dressed up in sparkly gowns and over-the-top attire. The Spaniard also took notice of the sensor on the back of her arm.
After arriving back at his hotel back at Silverstone, the first thing the driver did was look up her condition, taking the time to read more about it and understand. He knew of the condition, but by no means was he familiar with it. Staring down at the device now, Carlos seemed impressed by how openly she showed it off. When he thought of it, he had never seen someone with a glucose sensor before or maybe he just never cared enough to notice someone wearing one.
"So... you ordered dozens of walnut cookies for a Formula 1 Grand Prix...", Florentine trailed off, trying to break the awkward silence with a humourous approach. Carlos eyes immediately darted to her's and as they met, the girl gifted him a dimpled smile.
"I did. I'm Carlos by the way, sorry that I never introduced myself before. I like to be carefuI, I didn't know you and George were friends", the driver explained as he waved over the barkeeper that immediately took their order.
"It's fine, I get that you wanted to keep your privacy, don't worry. I actually met George and Carmen because of you, I think. They came to the bakery after you apparently handed out our walnut cookies. They saw the logo on the boxes, so I guess I have to thank you", Florentine thought back to the day the couple came to the bakery for the first time and chuckled, remembering the matching Polo sweaters and how sweet Carmen was.
"No, really? This is all a lucky coincidence then, no?", the Spaniard replied and Florentine had to admit that she almost forgot about his cute accent. The barkeeper slid their drinks across the bar, winking at the female, who ordered her second Pornstar Martini of the night, while Carlos settled for a beer.
"I guess it is. I found a good friend in Carmen and since my parents live in Nice, it was no problem for me to fly over", the girl felt a little twinge in her chest when she thought of her parents, but she focused back on the conversation, offering Carlos a small smile as he clinked his bottle with her shot glass, that she downed, before taking a sip from the sweet Cocktail.
