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

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A/N: time skipping to further the plot

Charlotte

As the sun rises on race day, I wake up to the sun shining through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. Logan is already gone, probably at the track for his early morning preparations. I quickly get dressed, grab my paddock pass, and head out the door, feeling a surge of excitement and nerves.

The drive to the track is a blur of anticipation. The streets are already bustling with fans, and the energy is palpable. I park my car and make my way to the entrance, flashing my paddock pass to the security guard who nods and lets me through.

The paddock is alive with activity – teams hustling to prepare the cars, media setting up their equipment, and fans eagerly watching from the sidelines. I weave my way through the crowd, heading towards the Williams garage where Logan and Alex are busy with their final preparations.

As I approach, I see Logan in deep conversation with his race engineer. He looks focused and determined, and I can't help but feel a swell of pride. He glances up and catches my eye, a smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, you made it," he says, walking over to me.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," I reply, giving him a quick hug. "How are you feeling?"

"Good, ready," he says, his eyes shining with excitement. "Just a few last-minute adjustments and then it's go time."

I nod, feeling the buzz of the impending race. "I'll be cheering you on from the paddock."

He leans in and kisses my forehead. "Thanks, Char. It means a lot to have you here."

I watch as he heads back to his team, then make my way to the viewing area, finding a spot where I can see the track and the screens displaying the race coverage. The anticipation is electric, and the atmosphere is charged with the collective energy of thousands of fans.

As the race start time approaches, the drivers make their way to the grid. I spot Logan in his car, the helmet visor down, completely focused. The engines roar to life, and the sound is deafening, sending shivers down my spine.

The lights go out, and the race begins. The cars speed off the line, a blur of color and sound. I watch, my heart in my throat, as Logan navigates the twists and turns of the track with precision and skill. The race is intense, with drivers jostling for position, but Logan holds his own, steadily moving up the ranks.

Throughout the race, I find myself gripping the railing, my eyes glued to the screen. The tension is almost unbearable, but I can't look away

As the race comes to an end, Logan crosses the finish line in 13th place – his best result of the year so far. While it's not a podium finish, it's a significant achievement and a step in the right direction. The team gathers around, congratulating him on a strong performance, and the atmosphere is filled with optimism and pride.

I make my way to the garage, where Logan climbs out of his car, his face flushed with exertion but smiling. He spots me and comes over, pulling me into a tight hug.

"You did amazing!" I exclaim, my voice filled with pride.

"Thanks, Char," he replies, his eyes shining. "It feels good to finally see some progress."

We celebrate briefly with the team before heading back to the hotel to change for the night. The drivers have planned to go out clubbing to unwind and celebrate the weekend, and we're eager to join them.

Back in the hotel room, Logan and I quickly freshen up. I change into a sleek, little black dress while Logan opts for a casual yet stylish outfit. As we get ready, we talk about the race and the night's plans, our excitement building.