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𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

{ lando's version }

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I wasn't one to just sit on TikTok but after the edit Logan showed us, I went down a rabbit hole. There seemed to be a lot more than just that one. Apparently, people had found the videos of Riley dancing. Even videos I hadn't seen. And from all the edits, there was more to her dancing that even I've seen.

There were the usual ones of her doing ballet but there were also so many clips of her dancing on the street in Miami or in what looked like a bar. And then of course, because nothing is secret, there were clips from the times she had gone out just from being with the team.

I didn't mind it. I got to see so much more of her and every single edit made me realize how much of a beautiful person she was. Looks, sure. But that smile. And the way she moved. All of it. She was the definition of grace.

I saved all of them without hesitation or guilt. It was like they were made just for me. And every single one was the girl I got to see, each in a new angle. The girl that was sleeping in the room across from me.

I had wondered what she talked about with Carlos. It had helped because she came back and chatted with everyone like it wasn't an issue and the alcohol must have given her enough confidence to finally talk to Lewis. We all got videos of it to make fun of her later but it was obvious that those two hit it off quite well. And it was the same with George. The older drivers like Checo and Fernando seemed to look at her like a daughter. Daniel was all over her, showing her off like she was the best thing to ever happen to F1.

I wasn't jealous. She always seemed to make her way back to me. But I couldn't shake off the feeling of watching her with Carlos. I didn't even know she spoke Spanish and then those two were talking like they had known each other for years.

I cursed, rolling over to shove my face in a pillow. I couldn't believe that I'd let myself fall again. And to think of the way she reacted when she saw the caption. It put a dent in my confidence. What if she didn't like me back?

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The next morning came and that pit in my stomach didn't leave. I would need to go grab tea for Riley. I wasn't going to miss a day but I had a better idea.

my good luck charm

rilessssss

lannnnn

oh
i didnt know if you were up

couldn't sleep
what's up?

breakfast?
with me?
please.

sure, let me throw some clothes on
meet in the hall
five minutes?

see you there ;)

I froze when I saw what I sent. Fuck. I didn't mean that. I was trying to send a smile. But she just hearted the message so she couldn't be mad at me. Or weirded out. Or anything.

I reached over, grabbing the pillow to hit myself before I got up, throwing on a shirt to go with my sweats. I checked my hair in the mirror before walking into the hall. Riley was coming out as I closed the door and I took a second to admire her. Hair clipped back with strands coming out like she'd done it in a rush. A sweater which look like it could have been mine and a pair of black biker shorts.