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♡ ( 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝖲𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗓 𝟧𝟧 x Max Verstappen 1） －－ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 eleven , Carlos' 𝖯𝖮𝖵
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Alex chuckled. "Don't worry, Carlos. You'll get him next time."
As the dinner wore on, I tried to focus on the conversation with Alex and the rest of the team, but I could feel Max's presence at the other end of the table like a weight on my chest.
Every so often, I'd glance over and catch him looking my way, his expression unreadable.
At one point, he stood up, heading toward the bar to grab another drink. Our eyes met as he passed by, and for a split second, I thought he was going to say something.
But he didn't. He just gave me a nod and kept walking, disappearing into the crowd.
I tried to shake it off, focusing back on Alex, who was in the middle of telling some story about a wild night out in Monaco.
It was like he was waiting for something. Waiting for me to make a move.
The night stretched on, the team growing more relaxed as the drinks flowed. At some point, Christian raised a glass, leading a toast to the weekend's success.
Everyone cheered, clinking glasses, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't stop thinking about the race, about how close I'd come to beating Max.
And then, as if on cue, Max appeared beside me. He leaned against the table, his eyes locking onto mine with that same intensity he always had. There was a brief pause, the noise of the room fading into the background as we stared at each other.
