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The next day Blake woke up with unease surging through her body. She was absolutely terrified and nervous for the race, she would be starting from P14 which wasn't ideal. Plus with everything going on, she knew it might distract her from the race and affect her performance but she couldn't do much about it.
Blake rolled over her bed sleepily and turned the blaring alarm coming from her phone off. She sighed, finally getting ready for race day. She decided to head down earlier so she could grab a proper breakfast, hoping the breakfast would do something magical for later.
As she got down, she walked to the dining area, but something stopped her in the lobby. The girl turned pale, her eyes widening.
Just when I thought I could get a break.
There, in the lobby, stood Arthur Leclerc talking to the woman on the front desk. He had his suitcases with him and Blake assumed he just came from the airport.
She immediately hid behind a plant pot to make sure she wouldn't get caught. She spotted Carlos in the entrance and immediately she grabbed his wrist as he passed by her. Thank god Lando introduced them to each other long before, or this would've been extremely awkward.
"Uhm, hello?" Carlos eyes were wide clearly taken aback from the sudden pull of Blake. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Blake. Are you okay?" Carlos chuckled.
"I am okay, but what is he doing here." Blake pointed to the boy who got his key card from the front desk.
Carlos raised an eyebrow as he looked back and forth from Blake to Arthur. "Is he not your boyfriend?" Carlos carefully asked.
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STYLE; lando norris
Fanfiction[FANFICTION] ❛❛ I've had this feeling for a while now❜❜ In her debut Formula 1 season with childhood friend Lando Norris, Blake Voss is thrust into a whirlwind of emotions, balancing the exhilarating demands of racing with the complexities of love...