"he was sunshine, i was midnight rain, he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain"
in which, a young media intern reunites with a former flame
content warnings: alcohol, mentions of anxiety and ocd, suggestive content (no smut)
[f1 2024 season]
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Right as they arrived at the media center, Evita received a phone call.
"Hello? This is Evita," she said cheerfully. It was Anthony, Evita's boss. He was in charge of everything related to media at Williams.
"Evita, terribly sorry for the confusion," he said. "But Franco actually doesn't have to do a press conference this weekend. It totally slipped my mind."
"No worries," said Evita, her smile faltering. "We can just wait around until it's time for the one-on-one interviews."
"Perfect," said Anthony. "Again, so sorry about that. I'll talk to you later, Evita, you're doing great."
Evita's phone beeped as he hung up.
"What was that about?" asked Franco.
"Plans changed, no press conference," said Evita, keeping her words clipped. "We can find a place to wait for your interviews."
The two found an open table by a food stand and took a seat. Evita scrolled through her phone, trying to ignore Franco. She attempted to conceal her nervousness about the schedule issue.
One thing about Evita, was she was quite the perfectionist. Everything had to be to her liking and in a very particular way. She had planned her schedule meticulously, and this slight mishap was setting her off. Having to sit across from Franco, knowing he was staring at her, was making everything worse.
She hated that he was here, that she was with him. She hated that they had to work together now. She hated how he was acting like he didn't break her heart. And most of all, she hated how handsome he'd gotten over the years.
"Evita, did I do something?" asked Franco. "I just, I don't understand."
"We can keep things professional, but the best way we can do that is if you stop talking," said Evita. She couldn't even bring herself to say his name to his face.
"At least tell me. Did I do something?"
"Does it matter?" asked Evita.
"It does to me," said Franco.
"Well I don't particularly care," said Evita, leaning back in her chair.
She decided to text Carmen. It was nearly five in the morning in Florida, but perhaps her cousin would be awake.
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Ev SOS SAVE ME FROM THIS ASSHOLE i know you're sleeping but WAKE TF UP
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