He speaks Spanish and she speak Dutch so neither of their first languages is English. Italics is spoken in their first language.
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I tie the arms of my race suit around my waist as I walk through the Trident Garage. My eyes catch with Richard Verschoor's, my teammate and he waves me over. He is surrounded by the engineers next to his car. "Hey guys." I greet. "Hi. What do you think about this? I think we can change it to play with the downforce." Richard says and I nod, assuming this is what he was discussing with the engineers as I know they don't speak Dutch. "Yes we can definitely try something like that and see how it works for free practice just now but we can always change it back at least." I reply with a nod. "So lets try what Richard is talking aboout on his car and we run it for a few laps in free practice. If it works then we put it on my car too, if not then we leave it and try something else." I say to my team and they all nod and get to work on the car.
"Someones here to see you." Richard says, tilting his head behind me where I know the main entrance to the garage is. I spin around to find Franco waiting for me. My eyes meet his and a smile breaks out on both of our faces as I jog over to him. "Hola, mi amor." Franco says to me as I reach him, wrapping my arms tightly around him. "Hi liefje." I say into his neck, his arms are tight around my middle before I let him go. "You sounded like you were incharge back there." Franco says with a small laugh as we walk through the F2 paddock. We normally try and find somewhere quiet for us to sit during a race weekend and chat, away from the cameras but since this is Spa, the chances of us avoiding the media and fans completely are very small. "Just sharing ideas. I hope you didn't hear too much." I say, looking at him accusingly. He holds his hands up in defeat. "Promise, mi amor, nothing of importance was heard. Just you telling every one what to do." He says with a laugh.
We find a gap between garages and I flop down on the grass. Franco laughs at me. "You really are something else." He says, his voice slightly deeper than the one he speaks english in and it makes me blush. He chuckles as he sits down, knowing how much I love it when he speaks spanish even though I have no idea what he is saying. I sit up and lean my head on Franco's shoulder, his arm wraps around my back and his hand settles just above where my race suit sits on my waist. "This is so nice." I say. "I know you said something is nice so I am going to say you're talking aboout us sitting here." Franco says. Slowly we have been picking up common words in the others language and starting to recognize them when we speak. "Yeah, this is nice." I say with a sigh, leaning even further into his touch knowing that we don't have much longer before we have to leave for free practice as we have to move the cars to the main pit lane before the session. "I agree." He says with a smile before kissing my forehead.
Franco clears his throat. "I have something to tell you." He says, which causes me to sit up. "Nothing is confirmed yet but Williams contacted me to see if I was interested in potentially racing for them after the summer break." Franco rushes out unknowingly in spanish, showing his nerves. "You said something about Williams... Please don't tell me they are dropping you from their driver program." I say sadly, knowing what happens with junior drivers most of the time. He shakes his head. "Sorry mi amor. Williams want me... whats the english word." He stops and thinks before I see realization flash in his eyes. "Replace! They might have me Replace Sargeant after the summer break." He says and I pause. "Are you joking?" I ask him and he shakes his head. "But you can't tell anyone, amor. I wasn't even supposed to tell you." Franco says with a slight blush. I smile and tackle him in a hug, knocking both of us over and into the grass. "I am so happy for you, Liefje. That will be amazing." I say before connecting my lips with his. He sits up, taking me with him before breaking the kiss. "Nothing is confirmed though so I will race as if I'm still compeating for the F2 championship, which I am." Franco says and I place a quick kiss on his lips. "It's ok, it will all work out in the way it is supposed to." I say.
5 weeks later
I really try to rush through the debrief with my team after the sprint race. I check my watch knowing I have 20 minutes left. As soon as the debrife is over I rush out the room and into my driver room where jump through the shower as quickly as humanly possible before changing into my regular clothes that I arrived to the track in this morning. I grab my things and throw on my williams visitor pass before quickly making my way to the F1 paddock. I find my way to the williams garage with 10 minutes to spare. I place my bag down, underneath the same chair I sat in yesterday before looking up and finding Franco's back facing me as he chats to his new engineer. The engineer turns to face the computer screen infront of me and I watch as Franco's head turns towrds me. His eyes meet mine and a smile takes over his face. He excuses himself from his engineer before making his way over to me.
"Hi liefje. How are you doing?" I ask him. "Better now, mi amor." He smiles down at me be for placing a quick kiss on my lips. "That was for your p4 in the sprint race. Amazing." He says to me and I blush slightly. "Thank you baby. I'm so excited to watch you qualify." I say to him with a smile but it causes his smile to fall. "What if I'm not good enough." He sighs. I place my hand on his cheek, lifting his face so he is looking at me. "Ah, mi amour," I say and he slightly blushes at the nickname "You worry too much. You wouldn't be here if Williams didn't believe in you. They know you can do it so prove them right. Just know that wherever you qualify I will be immensely proud of you." I say to him with a smile. "You have no idea how much that means to me to hear you say that." Franco says, his hand taking mine. "I can't believe you were tying to tell me about this and I thought they dropped you." I say, causing the two of us to laugh at the memory. "I'm never going to let you forget that." Franco says before placing a soft kiss on my lips and disappearing back to his engineers to finalize everything before qualifying.
