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My heart was pounding. I was excited. He had invited me over to his home on our third-ever date, and this was the first time we would spend it entirely alone.
The last two dates were amazing. We met at a restaurant after he and his team had gone there for dinner after a race... It was loud; people were talking all around, laughter came from all corners of the room and the dark lighting made everything feel warm.
We had held eye contact for a while before I excused myself from my table and stepped towards the stairs that led up to the bathrooms. And that is where my luck began. Because Sebastian actually followed me up the stairs and to the veranda, where some guests were enjoying the silence.
I was scared it would be awkward, seeing as we had never met before, but I knew who he was. He didn't know me at all.
"Hello," he smiled, stepping up next to me. The sun was setting, and ambient lights made for a sweet atmosphere.
I returned the smile: "Hi."
He stared into my eyes in awe, still smiling. No words were being exchanged.
"Sorry," he chuckled, offering a hand, "my name is-"
"Sebastian Vettel," I finished the sentence blushing, trying to hide it.
He nodded and I placed my hand on his.
"I'm Y/n," I introduced myself. Sebastian raised my hand and gently kissed my knuckles, sending shockwaves through my body.
"Pleased to meet you, Y/n."
Now I looked into the mirror, making sure I looked all right. My heart was pounding as I felt the moments with him creep closer and closer to me. I was excited to see him again after two weeks.
Racing had taken up much of his free time, so it was difficult for us to schedule a third date. Eventually, we settled on meeting in front of my hotel so he could pick me up and drive me to his home.
I had offered to take public transport but he wouldn't let me do so. He had also asked me to dress comfortably, and not to worry about the societal norms. However, knowing him and myself, I put on a subtle dress.
Just as I was about to switch off the bathroom light, my phone vibrated and I glimpsed a notification. It was Sebastian. He was waiting in front of the building.
I took one last look in the mirror and smiled, feeling cute in the dress. Then, without hesitation, I ran to grab my bag and rushed to the elevator, impatiently tapping my feet while going down the flights of stairs.
When the elevator arrived, I felt all the noise in my mind disappear. Complete silence took over, nervosity evaporating into genuine happiness. I walked normally now; not rushing or trying to get outside as quickly as possible.
Simply strolling towards the glass doors, smiling at the doorman as he opened one for me. A fresh breeze hit my ankles, the deep red dress gently flowing with it.
Sebastian was leaning against his Ferrari F50, his hands in his pockets, feet crossed. It looked straight out of a Hollywood film.
As soon as he saw me, he stood up straight, smiling at me until I reached the bottom of the stairs. Then he stepped towards me, stopping mere inches away.
I couldn't help but smile up at him, him returning the favour.
"Good evening," I said as quietly as I could. He chuckled, kissing my cheek and grabbing one of my hands.

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