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Chapter Seventeen: Looking At You Is Distracting

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I know it's been a while lol I graduated a few days ago yay! But know I'm back to studying which is ironic AHAHAHHA Anyway, I finally had the energy to write thanks to the amount of books I've been reading that probably pulled me out of my writer's block :))

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Thursdays in the Paddock vary depending on the track we were on. A lot of them would opt to incorporate the country's culture by offering food that was famous or musicians would walk around playing music. There's always a unique feature on the track and the one thing I'll always remember for Canada is the entrance. The track was literally on a lake along with the paddock and the grandstands that were empty because they'd open to the public tomorrow for the first practice session. Because of its location, the entrance to the paddock was accessed through a makeshift bridge and it didn't help that the weather had dropped a few degrees from what I expected.

"I can hear your teeth chattering." Saint said from beside me, the two of us wearing the red hoodies Leone team members were wearing this weekend. The only difference was ours had our driver numbers on the back.

"Don't talk as if you're not freezing your ass off." I replied and he laughed, the numerous cameras by the end of the bridge surely taking photos of him. "If it rains this weekend, I might just die of hypothermia."

I expected the Italian driver to disagree with me but he gravely nodded his head. We both entered the paddock, signing a few things from people who approached us. We were scheduled for the press conference after lunch while our morning consisted of the usual interviews as well as a short meeting with the team.

We were passing by the entrance of the Verninne garage where I'd usually find Atlas chatting with a few people, but he was nowhere to be seen. I scanned the rest of the paddock for him, my eyes landing on another figure, the light blonde hair different from Atlas'. I didn't have to see the face to know who it was.

We headed back to the hotel yesterday, with me obeying his words and trying hard not to overthink about it. I lasted about the entire trip back until I closed the door of my hotel room before my mind spiraled into a hot mess that I now associate with Levi's unexpected actions.

I turned to Saint to voice my thoughts on where Atlas would be since he texted me this morning that we'd grab a cup of coffee before breaking off to do our respective interviews. When I turned to the man beside me, he had a huge grin on his face and was looking straight ahead. I followed his gaze and saw a clearer view of Levi standing by Rivera's motorhome, a group of people beside him.

And they all had the same hair.

Levi was towering over them all, arms crossed over his chest as he smirked at whatever the conversation was about. A girl on his right, a few feet shorter than him was shaking her head and talking animatedly with two other girls who were the same height but their faces looked younger. And they were twins. On the other side of Levi stood an older woman– his mum– her head leaning against his shoulder while she had her arm looped around the arm of the boy beside her. He was almost as tall as Levi, dressed in all black. He reminded me a lot of the driver a few feet beside him, but one look in his eyes told me he was different because they were an entirely different color.

When Saint and I were getting near, he loudly cleared his throat and opened his arms as the family turned to us. Before he could even speak, the twin girls squealed and ran towards him to give him a hug. Saint chuckled as he lifted them up for a few seconds before giving them each a kiss on the cheek.