All the couples that Alaia Repond has gotten together have stayed happily together, and at this point, she really should consider matchmaking as a profession. So when her close friend Ollie asks her to set up a friend of his, she's more than happy t...
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True to his words, Franco does indeed score a podium in the feature race.
Alaia watches the podium celebrations with a smile on her lips as he pops open the bottle of champagne, drenching himself in the sweet liquor and taking a sip from the bottle.
And when she bumps into Franco in the hotel hallway, just outside of her hotel room, like usual — because he was whisked away for post-race interviews at the circuit — he flashes her a grin, champagne bottle from the celebrations in hand. "What'd I say?" he says, holding the bottle up to show her.
"Kept your promise, I see." she muses. "I'm proud of you. Good race today."
"Thanks," he says, and he motions to hand the champagne bottle to her. She takes it in her hands, brows furrowed in confusion as she looks at him. "Take it. As a keepsake from yours truly."
"Really?" she asks, almost in disbelief. Franco nods, a twinkle in his eye. "It's still got champagne in it, if you want a sip."
Alaia cracks a grin. "Ah, you're a man after my own heart," She pops the cork of the champagne off, taking a swig from the bottle. "Sweet."
"You know I drank from that, right?" a small smirk spreads across Franco's lips, and Alaia tilts her head.
"And?" she asks, even though she already has an inkling of what he might say next — and she practically has to fight cracking a smile.
"Some people would've called that an indirect kiss, you know."
"Ah," Alaia replies, feigning innocence. She looks him in the eye, lifts the bottle back up to her lips, and takes another sip. "How interesting."
