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

20

Charlotte

I wake up to the sound of rain gently tapping against the window, the soft patter creating a soothing backdrop to my groggy morning thoughts. Rolling over, I check the time on my phone—7:30 AM. It's media day for the drivers, and the rain outside mirrors my reluctance to face the day's responsibilities.

Just then, Mick's voice breaks through my reverie. He stands by the door, already dressed for the day, with a hopeful expression.

"Hey, Charlotte, you coming to the paddock with me today?" he asks, a hint of concern in his voice.

I nod, sitting up slowly and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Yeah, I'll join you. Let me get ready."

Mick nods back, understanding my reluctance. "Take your time. I'll wait for you downstairs."

With a sigh, I swing my legs out of bed and shuffle towards the bathroom to freshen up. The rain continues to fall steadily outside, casting a calm over the bustling city of Barcelona. As I get dressed and prepare myself for the day ahead, I can't help but wonder about the events of last night with Logan and the lingering questions in my mind. But for now, duty calls, and I need to face the media day with a clear mind and a focused spirit.

I slip into Mick's extra Mercedes shirt and a comfortable pair of leggings, the rain jacket slung over my arm as I finish getting ready. Despite the lingering thoughts of last night with Logan, I push them aside and focus on the tasks ahead.

Downstairs, Mick is waiting, already dressed for the day. His easy smile and reassuring presence ground me as we head out into the rainy Barcelona morning. The paddock is abuzz with activity as we make our way through, journalists and fans braving the weather for glimpses of their favorite drivers.

As Mick navigates through the media obligations, I find myself  in the garage drawn into conversations about the upcoming race. The rain continues unabated throughout the morning, adding a serene backdrop to the frenetic energy of the paddock.

By midday, everything winds down, and Mick suggests grabbing a quick bite before the afternoon sessions begin. We find a cozy café nearby and settle in, the warmth of the coffee and the comforting chatter around us easing the tension of the morning.

"Are you okay?" Mick asks quietly, his concern evident in his eyes.

"Yeah, just a bit distracted," I admit with a faint smile, stirring my coffee absentmindedly.

He nods understandingly, letting the conversation drift to safer topics. As we finish our meal, I steal a glance outside where the rain has started to let up. The afternoon promises to be just as eventful, but for now, I appreciate the quiet respite before diving back into the bustling world of the paddock.

Arriving back at the paddock I see Logan outside of the Williams garage with his press officer, he spots me and starts walking over

Hey, Charlotte," Logan begins as he approaches, his press officer following closely behind. His expression is a mix of curiosity and concern, his eyes searching mine. "Can I ask you something about last night?"

I nod, feeling a rush of nerves. "Sure."

His voice softens with genuine concern. "Did I do something wrong? You left so suddenly."

I swallow, gathering my thoughts. "No, not at all," I assure him quickly. "I just... I didn't want Mick to worry, so I went back to my room. I had a really nice time, though. I enjoy spending time with you."

Relief washes over Logan's face, his shoulders relaxing. "I'm glad to hear that. I was worried I'd messed things up." He smiles warmly. "So, dinner tonight?"