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

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Charlotte

It's race day, and I wake up to find Mick already gone, probably at the track preparing for the big event. I stretch and rub my eyes, feeling the excitement of the day ahead. Reaching into my bag, I pull out a sundress and quickly change, eager to join the action.

As I head to the track, the energy in the air is palpable. Fans are already filling the stands, waving flags and wearing team colors. The sound of engines roaring in the distance sends a thrill down my spine. I make my way through the bustling paddock, scanning my pass at security, and then I head towards the Mercedes garage.

Inside, the team is a hive of activity. Mechanics are making final adjustments to the cars, engineers are huddled over laptops, and drivers are going through their routines. I spot Mick, deep in conversation with some of the team members. He catches sight of me and waves, a grin spreading across his face.

"Morning, Charlotte!" he calls out, making his way over to me. "Ready for the big day?"

"Absolutely," I reply, the excitement in my voice mirroring his. "How are things looking?"

"Pretty good," he says. "Lewis and George are in top form. Should be an exciting race."

I nod, feeling a surge of pride for the team. "Can't wait to see it all unfold."

As we chat, I can't help but scan the pit lane for a glimpse of Logan. The thought of seeing him again brings a smile to my face. Just then, I hear a familiar voice behind me.

"Hey, Charlotte!"

I turn to see Logan approaching, his race suit partially unzipped and a wide smile on his face. "Hey, Logan!" I say, feeling my heart skip a beat.

"Ready for the race?" he asks, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Absolutely," I reply. "Good luck out there."

"Thanks," he says. "Maybe we can catch up after the race?"

"Sounds good," I agree, feeling a warm flush spread across my cheeks.

Logan nods, giving me a quick wave before heading off to his garage. Mick watches the exchange with a knowing look, but thankfully, he doesn't say anything.

"Alright, let's find a good spot to watch the race," Mick says, leading me to the team's viewing area.

As the race begins, the atmosphere is electric. The roar of the engines, the cheers of the crowd, and the intense focus of the teams create an unforgettable experience. I find myself cheering for both Mercedes and Logan, my emotions riding high with every lap.

The race is thrilling, with nail-biting overtakes and heart-stopping moments. When it finally ends, I feel a rush of adrenaline and joy, celebrating with Mick and the team.

After the race, I head back to the paddock, hoping to catch up with Logan. As I make my way through the crowd, I see him talking with some of his team members. He spots me and breaks into a smile, walking over to me.

"Hey, Charlotte," he says. "Did you enjoy the race?"

"It was amazing," I reply. "Congratulations on a great performance!"

"Thanks," he says, looking pleased. "How about we grab some dinner to celebrate?"

"I'd love that," I say, feeling a flutter of excitement.

"Great," he says. "Let's meet in the lobby in an hour?"

"See you then," I agree.

As I head back to the hotel to freshen up, I can't help but feel a sense of happiness and anticipation. The day has been incredible, and the evening promises to be just as special.

An hour later, I make my way to the hotel lobby, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. I spot Logan waiting, looking relaxed yet eager. He's changed out of his race suit into a casual shirt and jeans, and he greets me with a warm smile.

"You look great," he says, his eyes lighting up.

"Thanks," I reply, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "You too."

We step out into the evening, the air still warm despite the earlier rain. The streets of Barcelona are alive with post-race energy, fans celebrating and locals enjoying their weekend.

"Any place in particular you want to go?" Logan asks as we walk down the bustling streets.

"Not really," I say. "Let's just see where the night takes us."

We wander through the city, eventually finding a cozy little restaurant tucked away from the main roads. It's intimate and charming, the perfect spot for a quiet dinner. As we settle into a corner table, the waiter brings us menus and we take a moment to appreciate the ambiance.

"Today was incredible," Logan says, breaking the comfortable silence. "The race, the fans, everything."

"I agree," I nod. "It's always such a rush being here. And you did amazing out there."

"Thanks," he says, his smile turning a bit shy. "It means a lot coming from you."

We order our food and chat about the race, the season so far, and our plans for the future. The conversation flows easily, and I find myself getting lost in his stories and his laughter.

As our meal winds down, we take our time, savoring the last of our drinks and the comfortable connection between us. Logan reaches across the table, taking my hand in his.

"I'm really glad we did this," he says, his voice soft.

"Me too," I reply, squeezing his hand.

We eventually decide to head back to the hotel, the night still warm and full of possibilities. The walk back is peaceful, the city winding down after the excitement of the day.

As we reach the hotel, Logan stops and turns to me. "Would you like to come up to my room for a bit? We could watch another movie or just talk."

I hesitate for a moment, but then nod. "I'd like that."

We head up to his room, and I can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation. Once inside, Logan grabs the remote and suggests, "How about another Harry Potter movie?"

"Perfect," I agree, settling onto the couch.

We make ourselves comfortable, and as the movie plays, I find myself relaxing more and more. Logan's presence is comforting, and I lean into him as the story unfolds.

Before long, the combination of the day's excitement and the cozy atmosphere takes its toll. I feel my eyelids growing heavy, and before I know it, I'm drifting off to sleep against Logan's shoulder.