Nemesism [Max Verstappen]

[26] eating out

Alright, this is a long one, but I think you'll forgive me when you see the TW's

And said TW is: sexually explicit content.

Yes, we finally made it to this point. Only took twenty-five chapters... hahahahaha... ha.

Yeah, anyways, enjoy!

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Lucy's diary

Keeping my birthday a secret? How silly of me to think that would actually work.
I'm currently eating dinner with Kyra, Charles, Lando, Checo (who somehow found out as well), Pierre (Charles dragged him along) and Oscar. Thank god for him, although it took some convincing for Kyra to let him join (and Charles' sweet talking skills). I'm still lost about what is going on there, but I'm too tired to care today.
Honestly, when I get back to the hotel, I just want to go to sleep. Definitely forget about this day and what it really means.

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Max made sure to leave right after Lucy had. As promised, Kyra took her to a celebratory dinner after the day was over, which gave him a couple of hours to prepare his plan. He'd thought about said plan all day long, barely paid attention during the YouTube video shoot with Checo and brushed off all other responsibilities he still had for the day. Christian wasn't very happy about that, but let him get away with it. He always did.

His first stop was a florist. Any florist would do really, because as Max realized, standing surrounded by dozens of different kinds of flowers in various shaped and colours, he had no clue what kind of flowers Lucy even liked. Three different staff members had to come over and help him, trying sell him all kinds of expensive bouquets.
He ended up with a wild mix of tulips, peonies and something called baby's breath. They were small and white and as the shop owner had said "the perfect flower to bring the whole bouquet together". For the colours he'd settled on earthy tones. It were the kind Lucy wore most, so she had to like them. So Max hoped at least.

Next was a grocery store and he left the bouquet in the car, tucked behind the belt on the passenger seat (it was the size of a small child, so it seemed appropriate). He pulled his cap deep into his face, eyes covered with some sunglasses he'd found in the car. For once he'd changed into some normal clothes - basic blue hoodie and a pair of jeans - mostly because he hoped Lucy'd see him in it, but now it turned out to come in pretty handy, as people would have recognized him immediately in his RedBull livery.

With a bunch of high-price chocolate, a strawberry covered cake and some candles he returned to the car. He didn't know how old exactly Lucy was turning, so he'd sent a quick message to Lando, hoping for a response before he'd have to put the candles on the cake.

There were some more minor errands to run before he went back to the hotel, where he'd have to face the next challenge: getting into Lucy's room.

He had an idea, so with flowers tucked under one arm and two full bags hanging over either of his shoulders he approached the reception. The lady working the desk recognized him immediately, greeting him with a wide smile and his name. That was a good start, she seemed friendly enough.

»Mr. Verstappen, how can I help you?«

»I need a room key. Number 546.« He tried to sound easy-going and not like he was about to collapse under the weight of his shopping spree results. »My friend lost her key and is waiting upstairs. Could I get another key for her?«