Kaya just started her internship as a medical researcher at the world's biggest car circus.
Formula 1! She is over the moon and willing to make the most out of the experience.
Kaya is a good girl with a taste for anything that makes her feel alive...
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MENNO RHODES
Kaya where are you?
KAYA OOMEN
The hotel... where are you?
MENNO RHODES
Omw to pick you up
See you in 2 minutes
KAYA OOMEN
Don't we stay at the same hotel?
MENNO RHODES
Euh... yes
KAYA OOMEN
Tell me later
😉
Menno picks me up 30 minutes later. I'm not even annoyed when I get in beside him. Menno starts to apologize but I hold up my hand, silencing him. "Just ... please don't text me when you're having sex. Ever again."
Menno looks cheapish and rubs a hand through his curly hair.
"Technically, we were taking a breather."
I gag pulling down the sunshield to check my make-up in the little mirror. Menno speeds to the club and parks in the underground garage, 10 minutes later.
"Don't you like to know if Dylan will be here tonight?" The grin on his face tells me all I need to know. I link my arm in his as we head towards the entrance of the club.
"What's his last name?" I ask unable to tame my curiosity.
"Dylan Owens. Born and raised in Mexico, but he came to Italy 5 years ago. He is a trauma surgeon and started working for F1 only 2 years ago."
I must admit, I'm impressed. I applaud my friend and smile at the bouncer that is letting us in. "Are you 18?" he asks instead.
My good mood tumbles to the basement. I grumble and pull out my ID card to show that I am 18... and counting. 4 years to be exact. He nods his head not bothering himself with an apology before moving out of the way.
"Isn't he a bit old for you tho?" Still talking about Dylan. If he's a trauma surgeon, he surely can't be much younger than 30...
I shrug. "Looks young enough to not make me feel awkward." We clear the wardrobe and enter the spacious club. I try not to gawk at the room around us. The club has three stories, neon lights decorate the walls in a playful pattern and dance platforms are thrown around the space giving it the look of a big jungle gym.
Menno admires the room too. "Told you It'd be cool." He pushes us towards the bar, where he signals the bartender for a G&T (him) and a vodka Redbull (me).
"Kaya!" a voice screams from my right.
"Hey Ella" I smile, waving at the tall brunette coming our way. Ella and I met yesterday at the F1 dinner for the new summer interns. She is also doing a research stay here at F1, but she started at the beginning of this year's season.
Ella's sloppy smile tells me she's already tipsy from the drink in her hand.
Menno joins us with our drinks.
"Hey girl!"
"Hola guapo" she chirps happily.
Menno and I share an amused look.
"Did she just flirt with me?"
I raise a brow, "seems like it. Who tells her you or me?"
"Tell me what?"
I throw an arm around Ella's shoulder and pull her with us onto the dance floor. The music is louder now we are closer to the speakers.
"I need a dancing partner" I yell in her ear.
Ella nods at Menno. "What about him?"
"I give him 10 minutes before he's off shoving his tongue down someone's throat."
Ella giggles. Giggles!
As predicted, Menno leaves us soon with a very eager surfer boy in tow. Ella and I dance to the classics. Old party music hits different. They never play them anymore and I can't understand why. We sing along, dance out the words and overall have a great time. I lost count of how many times we hit the bar, but I don't care. I feel elevated.
I'm in Italy, on my own, doing what I love and meeting new and interesting people every single day. Ella turns out to be a lot of fun. The girl has a dark side. She fills me in on all the gossip on the grid, who is hooking up with who and where. She told me she herself hooked up with Lance Stroll two months ago in Australia. I gawk at her courage.
She tells me there's this secret score board that keeps track of who hooked up with who and points allocated to that person. A mechanic earns 10 extra points, and a driver earns 50 extra points. The highest prize is on Lando Norris, but that didn't exactly come as a big surprise. He's the most eligible single on the grid.
"Don't look" Ella yells in my ear. "But you caught the attention of a driver."
Of course, Ella doesn't tell me who and I'm too scared to turn around. That reminds me of Dylan, who Menno mentioned would be here. I quickly scan the room, but the club is too packed. I wouldn't be surprised if by the end of the night I've lost Menno completely. My favorite song starts playing and I forget about Dylan and the driver. Ella and I sing our hearts out and dance to the fast beat. We twirl and flirt with each other as if she was some cute boy and then I feel a wave of dizziness wash over me.
