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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We arrive at the bar with Dylan in tow. He met Ella on the way out and wondered about my plans. She reluctantly shared our idea to go for drinks and he immediately was onboard. Nobody saw Davis anymore after he went to look for Mike this afternoon. I have no new messages, so I take that as a win.
The place is packed. This close to the track, it must be a famous spot for mechanics and F1 personnel alike to relax and wind down after a long day of work.
The boys order our drinks while Ella and I look for a table.
"I'm sorry about Dylan" she whispers in my ear as we sit down, "he sort of jumped at me out of nowhere."
I shrug, "It's okay. I think he's a nice guy."
"Are you still interested in him?"
I'm surprised to realize that I haven't even thought of him since my first night out. I shrug but shake my head. "I like to just be friends instead."
Ella waggles her eyebrows playfully. "Is that because you're now interested in a certain F1 driver?"
I smack her on the arm with the cocktail menu. "We are definitely just friends."
"I'm just saying" Ella continues unbothered by my reaction, "he seems pretty invested for" and she air quotes, "just a friend."
I roll my eyes and then the boys catch up to us.
"What did she do to piss you off?" Menno asks amused. This time it's Ella doing the smacking.
"I didn't piss her off, you dipshit." I'm laughing. These two fight like brothers and sisters.
The evening turns out to be pretty fun with Dylan joining us. He shares horror stories of his residency and I momentarily forget about my own job and the problems that accompany them. We go wild during happy hour and I beat my own personal record, 3 cocktails in 45 minutes. I'm tipsy and should start to get home soon. Tomorrow I don't have to start work until 12:00u, but i still want to be fresh and presentable by then. My departure is met with many complaints and pouting faces. I pay my share at the bar and wave my purse before heading out. Outside I call an Uber and I am about to get in when Dylan catches up to me.
"Thank god you're still here, mind if I catch a ride home with you?"
I hesitate only slightly, but my foggy brain can't find an excuse as to why not share a ride. Dylan climbs in beside me.
"I had a great time tonight, I really like your friends."
"Thanks, they are my ride or die. I love them." Taking to Dylan is easy. Like walking down hill. Our conversations are laidback, no awkward pauses, I don't feel nervous, I don't worry about what to say and if what I'm saying sounds stupid. Exactly like talking to a friend.
"Would you like to do it again sometime, but just the two us?"
Ohh. I must look like a deer caught in headlights because Dylan laughs when I fail to answer him immediately.
"It's really that big a surprise that I'm into you?"
I wince, looking away to hide my features. My brain pounds in response. The Uber arrives at our hotel and I can't be more happy to see the old ivy covered brick facade of home. Dylan comes around the car and puts an arm around my waist. I'm not that drunk, am I?
"I'm okay" I mumble and create some distance between us. "The thing is" I start, my brain only half catching up to my revalation. "I'm into someone else." Better to come clean and do it quick, like pulling off a bandaid.
Dylan snorts. "It's Lando isn't it?"
I gaze at him confused. I don't like the tone of his voice, it sounds almost condescending. Or maybe it's just me. In the elevators, I fumble with the card. Dylan follows me into the elevators and doesn't bother with his own card. I can't remember seeing him on my floor before. But then again, I also didn't know Lando stayed in the same hotel either. After a few seconds, I activate my floor and the elevator shoots up.
"He'd never go for you, you know." I frown, but don't bite at his remark. "He's into models and celebrities. Girls with money and no brains. Girls that are good in bed and have impeccable manners." I feel my ears burn at his insults. Insults directed at me and Lando. I don't care if Lando would never go for me, but to reduce him to an imbecile does not sit well with me.
The doors open and I want to step out of the elevators when Dylan grabs my arm. "Don't come crawling to me when he breaks your heart."
I jerk my arm out of his grip and quickly make my way to my room. Behind closed doors I sink to the floor and try to calm my rapidly beating heart. Dylan is official off my friend list. Who would have thought that such a well accomplished man has such a little ego.
