𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗩𝗼𝗹. 𝟭
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Abigail Mathews had always felt in the blurry part of the picture, wondering if, in her work at the Haas F1 Team, anyone would ever really notice her.
But an email, one morning, ca...
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Omelette
Brackley, England, June 2022
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The two weeks of leave began and I went to England, spending my days in my birthplace, Brackley.
At first it seemed so strange to me that I didn't know what to do, I felt like I didn't have a purpose. Charles was busy and we wouldn't be able to see each other until the next race.
I met with Kyla only a few times, the writing of the articles on the races was going well, it was the third time she was sent to a Grand Prix and the next one would be Baku. I had not yet read any of his works, but I made a note of doing so in the following days.
The thing that made me strange was that the Monegasque didn't call, there was just a huge exchange of messages from both of us, but every time I tried to call, he put me down, always talking about some commitments he would have to manage.
The days went on and Carlos was the only person at work I heard.
"Are you in Barcelona?" I asked, looking at his face pressed against the pillow.
«Yes, and I don't like such long breaks at all. I find myself with nothing to do and to stay normal I take long car rides without motivation and without a destination." He chuckled as he moved the blankets that pulled down from his shoulders, revealing his shirtless chest.
"I've done something like that too," I admitted, smiling. "By the way, have you heard Charles? I've been trying to call him for days but he can never answer." I changed the subject so as not to have to continue observing his figure.
He told me that he had called him the previous day and that they had talked about the next race, holidays and other trivial things. Again I was confused, looking for a meaning to the actions of my boyfriend, who had not been heard from concretely since the Monday after the evening in Monaco.
"Maybe you should show me the Sagrada Familia, at least we'll do something, instead of staying under the covers with thirty degrees. Because it's very hot here I guess, it's quite good here and the sheet is really useful." I teased him, moving my phone to show him the location. He got up to get some water and put the phone down at the height of the kitchen to drink with both hands from the bottle.
"I'm shirtless, so I can have that freshness that I have to cover myself. He's smart." He winked at me and then picked up the phone in his hand and lay down in bed.
Spending time with him gave me strange feelings, often I wanted to unplug the phone and not think about it, other times talk to him for the rest of the evening. Carlos was the only thing that was stopping me from freaking out and getting too paranoid right now.
"Shall we cook something?" He asked in a moment of silence, so quiet that I had half-closed: "But this time I can't do everything, you have to know how to cook too." He said referring to our slow of the week before.
"Oh, but I know how to cook very well, you absolutely have to try my pasta with sauce. My stepfather taught me to do it the Italian way." I praised myself and as I walked towards the kitchen.
"What would you like to eat? It's almost dinner time." He asked, opening his refrigerator and checking what was inside.
"What do you think of omelettes?" I said once I put the phone on the stove, and checked that I had eggs.
"With ham and cheese? I have them." This time it was my turn to check the ingredients and luckily I had them all. I took out the milk and eggs, which I placed on the table and it was time for the sliced meat and cheese.
I showed Carlos the food and waited for him to take it all out, I told him that I wanted him to follow my recipe and we started. It looked like a cooking program.
In a container I broke the eggs, mixed with salt and milk, turned my gaze to the phone and once again a shirtless Spaniard I followed my orders perfectly. We both took out a pan, put some oil and let it heat up, then poured in the contents prepared earlier and waited for the mixture to turn golden.
"You seem very focused, you're not like that at work either." He snorted a laugh as he started putting the filling in the omelette.
"If I can do something well, I'm very focused." I replied smiling and watching how he moved in the kitchen, I almost burned the food.
"Mine will certainly be better." I broke the silence that had been created, we both ate as if we hadn't done it for a lifetime and I realized later, that I had skipped lunch.
"I can't taste, so I don't take your word for it." We cleared the table immediately after we finished, he told me that he was tired, and that the next morning he would have an interview, which he asked me to follow. We said goodbye and I set the alarm clock to remind me of the event.
Spending time with him was normal, unpretentious, you could be silent or talk, but it was enough to simply keep each other company. The interview the next day was a bit awkward, instead of asking about his work, they pressed the Spaniard with questions about me and the predestined, asking him more often than you might think, if the two of us were engaged behind the back of the number 16.
I had to mull over a whole evening on the phone with Kyla, asking for some ideas to change the gossip, but we couldn't think of anything, except to post some photos of me and the guy together. However, it was useless, I found myself having to turn off the comments for too many questions and bad words towards me.
The days passed, the return to work was getting closer and closer and I missed returning to my environment to death, but above all I missed Charles. I decided that I would try to call him again, which in the previous days I had stopped doing, limiting ourselves only to exchanging a lot of messages and photos. Unexpectedly, after a few rings, he answered.
"Abigail... Hello." He said in Italian and immediately added the version in my language. His voice made me breathe a sigh of relief, having feared the worst for too many days in a row. I was constantly traveling with such a big weight in my heart, that it was too much for my own little one. A need to take a big breath that my body couldn't cope with.
"How much I missed your voice, but what happened?" I asked and he began to talk about all the commitments he had had to undertake, but repeating several times that the important thing was that now we had been able to talk and I couldn't help but agree. Damn how much I missed him.
I talked about the fact that in the following days I would be back in Maranello and then there would be a trip to Azerbaijan, we could only see each other at that time, but he assured me that we would spend more time together.
The time also came to leave and say goodbye to my parents, whom I had seen because of their work, yes, but not spent all the moments together.
I went to London airport exhausted, as if these almost two weeks of break had been intense. The truth was that most of the time I had been in bed, on a video call with Carlos or exchanging messages with the Monegasque, so I tried to limit my fatigue in the eyes of others, once I returned to the Ferrari headquarters.
Planes were never enough... And the time came to take another.
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