The Racing Line | M.V.

17. Taco Tuesday

Early on the next morning, Liv, Lewis, and some members of his personal crew took flight to Monaco. Lewis was a busy man, so there was no time to waste before taking on the long flight. Liv was still so exhausted after a long weekend and her date with Lewis that she slept for half the flight. During the other half she watched a movie siting next to Lewis while he worked, but he eventually dropped his work to watch the rest of the movie with her.

Hanging out with Lewis felt easy. Like they had known each other for forever. Liv guessed they actually had known each other for quite a while, but they never interacted much until this season. She regretted not getting to know him sooner.

"Hey why did we never hang out before?" Liv suddenly asked him when the movie ended.

"I don't know" he shrugged "I guess I could ask you the same thing" he said "I guess I saw you like one of the young ones, along with Max, Charles, Lando... But now you seem more grown up. You all do".

Liv shook her head, she guessed he was right, they were all introduced to F1 when they were still pretty young and stupid. "Yeah I guess that's fair. We probably wouldn't have become friends back then to be honest".

"We wouldn't have?" asked Lewis amused.

Liv smiled "Yeah I probably would've thought you were too old and cocky".

Lewis laughed "And now?"

"Less now. At least since yesterday" she admitted and Lewis smiled back at her.

They arrived to Monaco late that Monday afternoon. Liv was exhausted from the flight and she craved going home to rest for a couple of weeks before heading to Italy for the next race.

"I'll call you, let's go out again" said Lewis with a smile as he dropped her off at her apartment.

"Sure, let's" nodded Liv before heading in.

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After Max hung up last night's video call with Olivia his head was spinning. Lewis and Liv might actually start dating now. He had acted like a complete idiot during the call. It was impressive that Liv was blind enough not to see he was completely in love with her.

Max sighed as he laid down on the plane's couch. I need to get over her, he thought, whatever it takes.

He thought about the fact that so far he hadn't made any improvement at all. He felt as hooked on Liv as he had a week ago and time was of the essence. That's when he realized something quite important. The first time he got over her, they lived in different countries, so it was easy to not see her even though they talked every day. Not seeing her had definitely been crucial. Now that they lived in the same city and worked together, it was almost impossible to not see her, but at least he had to try. He had to keep his distance.

So when Liv told Max she had arrived to Monaco, he didn't make an effort to go see her. He didn't mention anything at all about hanging out. Besides, he had brought Ashley along. He had gotten her a hotel but she had spent the night at his place anyway. Max thought this was the perfect solution. With Liv out of sight and Ashley around, he was bound to forget all about those messy feelings in no time.

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Tuesday's during non-race weeks meant one thing for Liv and Max: Taco Tuesday.

Taco Tuesday had began years ago, back when they were kids.

Max and Liv had had a karting competition one weekend in Kerpen, Germany. They had been in town for a couple of days and it was finally race day. Usually race days made Liv even more excited than usual, but this time she seemed down. Not quite like herself, and Max could tell.