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

15

Charlotte

As the sun rises on the day of qualifying, I can't help but feel a sense of happiness and gratitude. Being both an author and having the freedom to travel with my friend whenever I want is a privilege I don't take for granted.

I get dressed, choosing a comfortable outfit that still has a bit of flair, perfect for a day at the track. Mick is already up and ready, his energy infectious as he talks about the strategies for the day.

"You ready for another busy day?" he asks with a grin.

"Always," I reply, matching his enthusiasm. "Let's go see what the day has in store for us."

We make our way to the track, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. The roar of the engines, the vibrant colors of the team uniforms, and the palpable tension in the air all contribute to the unique energy of race day.

I head to the Mercedes garage to check in with Mick and the team. Everyone is focused, working diligently to ensure the cars are in top shape for qualifying. I chat briefly with some of the engineers, soaking in their passion and dedication.

After a while, I decide to take a stroll around the paddock.
As I wander, I spot Logan near the Williams motorhome. He looks up and waves when he sees me, a smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, Char," he greets me warmly as I approach.

"Hey, Logan," I respond. "Feeling ready for today?"

"As ready as I can be," he says with a hint of nervous excitement. "Just hoping to put in a good performance."

"I'm sure you will," I encourage him. "You've got this."

We chat for a few more minutes before he has to head off for a team meeting. I make my way back to the Mercedes garage, finding a spot to watch the qualifying session.

The tension builds as the cars take to the track, each driver pushing their limits to secure the best possible starting position. I cheer for Mick and his teammates, feeling the adrenaline rush that comes with every lap.

When qualifying ends, there's a mixture of emotions in the garage. Mick and his teammate have done well, but there's always room for improvement. We congratulate each other and start discussing the plans for race day.

Later, as the sun begins to set, I find a quiet spot near the paddock to sit and write. The events of the day provide endless inspiration, and I lose myself in my work, the words flowing effortlessly.

My phone buzzes with a text from Logan.

Logan
Hey,
a few of us are grabbing dinner tonight.
Want to join?

I smile, feeling grateful for the friendships I've made along this journey.

Charlotte
Sounds great. Count me in.

As I close my laptop and head back to the hotel to freshen up, I reflect on the balance I've managed to find between my writing and this exciting world of Formula 1. It's not always easy, but it's moments like these that make it all worthwhile.

With anticipation for the evening ahead, I get ready and meet up with Logan and the others. We decide on a cozy restaurant near the hotel, away from the hustle and bustle of the track. The atmosphere is relaxed, a perfect contrast to the high-energy day we've had.

As we sit down, the conversation flows effortlessly. Logan, George, Lando, and a few others share anecdotes from the day and their experiences in the racing world. I feel privileged to be a part of this close-knit group, even as an outsider.

Logan sits next to me, and we exchange a few private smiles and glances, the bond between us growing stronger with each passing moment. The food is delicious, and the laughter is contagious, making the evening fly by.

After dinner, we decide to take a stroll along the waterfront. The night air is refreshing, and the lights from the boats and buildings reflect beautifully on the water. Logan and I fall a bit behind the group, enjoying the quiet moment together.

"I had a great time tonight," Logan says softly, looking out at the water.

"Me too," I reply, feeling a sense of contentment. "It's nice to unwind like this."

Logan turns to me, his expression serious yet kind. "I've been thinking a lot about us," he admits. "About how much I enjoy spending time with you."

My heart skips a beat. "I feel the same way," I confess, the honesty of the moment hanging between us.

He takes my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Let's just take things one step at a time and see where this goes," he suggests, his eyes full of warmth and sincerity.

I nod, feeling a wave of relief and happiness. "I'd like that."

We continue our walk, the silence between us comfortable and filled with unspoken understanding. By the time we return to the hotel, it's late, and we both have early starts the next day.

"Goodnight, Logan," I say as we part ways in the lobby.

"Goodnight, Char," he replies, leaning in to give me a quick hug. "See you tomorrow."

As I head up to my room, I feel a sense of excitement and peace. The day had been filled with highs and lows, but it ended on a perfect note. With Logan and my friends by my side, and my writing finding its flow, I knew the journey ahead would be full of promise and adventure.