* O L I V I A ' S P O V *
"So, how are we going to start this off?"
Oscar looked uneasy as Julia smiled at the both of us. She was sort of suspicious. I had come into the restaurant looking like a student, wearing a polo shirt and a jumper with a black skirt. Meanwhile she'd worn a red sleeveless crop top and and mini black leather skirt looking like a stripper.
I didn't want to be rude, but that was the truth. Girl came in wearing a stripper outfit looking like a slut. Oscar looked at me while biting his lip. He'd been trying to control his anger from the moment she came in, considering Julia had completely ignored me and went straight to flirting with the waiter.
I didn't mind. Maybe we could help her focus on something else other than flirting with the waiter that had been flushing non-stop for the past hour because of her tactics to get a boyfriend.
She made me feel like it was all the Felix situation again. Having dinner with a gorgeous girl that my boyfriend could easily fall in love with. Well, partner, as he hadn't asked me yet.
"I-I don't know." I said. "Uh, so. How did you guys meet?"
Obviously we'd already ordered food. The restaurant was no other than one of those traditional British ones you'd find. A diner, more like. Oscar had steak while I had fish and chips. And of course, Julia chose a fancy meal like fucking lobster that went up to the price of thirty quid.
"I'm glad we matched." Oscar whispered in my ear. He'd went with a polo shirt and jumper as well. I glanced at him as he fiddled with his fingers.
"Well, we met in Starbucks," Julia said, twirling her hair with her finger. "Our first meeting wasn't as I'd wanted, but the second time was better."
"I guess so." Oscar replied, in a much smaller voice. I placed my hand over his under the table to let him know I was there for him.
"So, Liv." Julia said, leaning forwards. "How did you and Oscar meet?"
"We met at his home grand prix. The Australian Grand Prix." I said. "Well, my ex, Felix, had cheated on me. I found him sleeping with another girl in our hotel room, so I kicked him out. And I met Oscar on the way to the bar in the hotel."
"That's nice." She didn't seem exactly interested. "What happened afterwards?"
"He gave me a Paddock Pass. So I could spend time with him on track." I said.
"Can I have a Paddock Pass then?" Julia flashed Oscar a smile.
"I'll see." He nodded, as our drinks came. I'd ordered a simple hot chocolate. I slowly stirred the hot liquid, my other hand still over Oscar's, but on the table now. Julia's grimace was visible, but not obvious unless you inspected her expressions clearly.
"Well. Nice drinks," She smiled and nodded. "I'm having a cocktail. It'll take longer due to the fact it's quite nice and expensive."
"We will split the cheque." I insisted. "Oscar and I will split the cheque between both of our meals. You will pay for your own."
Her smile faded almost immediately. I wouldn't want to pay for meal that only had a drink and a proper meal that costed about a hundred quid. "R-really?"
"Yeah." Oscar said, finally breaking out of his introverted era. "We can't really pay for a lobster."
"But you're rich?" She scowled. "You drive F1 cars. You get paid millions per year."
"You can't just rely on the both of us. You can't just rely on my fucking girlfriend." Oscar snapped. "I do have a higher paying job than others, but that doesn't mean you get to have a free meal because I'm rich."
