𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘 ───── ❝ 'cause you're like a pretty boy with a pretty voice ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 the figure skating's golden
girl and prodigy crosses path with
lando norris who is trying to pr...
❛ i am falling for you hopelessly ❜ ⋆ ˚ . 𝒎𝒂𝒙 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏
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ZARA TAPPED HER FOOT IMPATIENTLY.
"Zara?" She turned to see Max fucking Verstappen behind her. At the Dallas International Airport.
"Hey," She smiled, now it seemed her turn to be awkward. "What are you doing here? I thought you trained in Monaco?' Max asked.
"Oh I do. But it's skate america this weekend and I am one of the anchors." "Oh yeah, I remember it now. You told me about it," Zara nodded as her face heated up. The crimson blush covered her cheeks.
She wasn't expecting him to remeber something so trivial. Given, why would he even remember stuff about her? He's got better things to keep a track of. It really caught her off guard. Moreover, it was for the first time someone remembered trivial facts about her so she couldn't help but blush.
"Zara," Sam's voice calls her as he's done going through immigration. Zara and Sam were traveling together. She flew from Monaco to Paris as she had an interview there. Being an American citizen she, ofcoure, skipped it which is why she waited for him.
"I'll leave," She says before walking towards Sam. She heaved a breath when she stood next to him. The way Max made her nervous needed to be studied. Zara fanned herself as they got into the cab. "It's hot," She said when Sam gave her a weird look.
"You're american and you cannot handle this heat?"
"Ofcourse you french people are dumb."
IT'S IRONIC, REALLY.
She could easily land a quad lutz but fell on her triple axel. For I can't help, Elvis Presley's song blasted in her earphones.
