Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Sister, Sister | Carlos Sainz

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by user: tinkersreads 

Done in Carlos POV 🕺 
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I was sprawled on Alex's couch, sipping a cappuccino that was definitely not as good as mine, although I was too lazy to walk to my apartment next door to use my own machine. Alex was droning on about something sim related, but my attention drifted, my eyes looking out to the pier.

"You're not even listening," Alex said, laughing and throwing a pillow at me.

"I am listening," I replied, dodging it. "Something about...sims and..." I trailed off, smirking as his eyes narrowed.

Before he could retaliate, the door to his apartment opened and a woman walked in carrying a bag of pastries. My eyebrows shot up. I'd only seen Aly Albon in photos, Alex talked about her occasionally, but photos didn't do her justice.

"Hey, Alex! I'm here!!!!! And I brought your favorite croissants," she said, setting the bag on the counter. Her eyes looked towards me and she tilted her head. "And who's this? Another one of your streaming buddies?"

I stood up, casually fixing my hoodie as I extended a hand. "Carlos Sainz. Neighbor and occasional babysitter for your brother here."

Alex scoffed. "Babysitter? More like annoying food stealer."

Aly laughed. "I was only kidding. I obviously knew who you were. Nice to meet you, Carlos. Heard a lot about you."

"All good things, I hope." I offered her my most charming smile, the one that usually worked...easily.

She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Let's just say...mostly good."

Alex groaned. "Don't encourage him, Aly. He's insufferable enough as it is."

"Insufferable but fast," I countered, grabbing a croissant from the bag. "You're lucky I let you hang out with me."

Aly giggled, leaning against the counter. "You two always like this?"

"Always," Alex muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Only when he's wrong, which is most of the time," I added, earning a dirty look from Alex.

As the banter continued, I noticed Aly watching us with a faint smile. I wasn't one to get flustered easily, but there was something about her that made me fumble for words.

"So, Aly," I said, attempting to sound casual, "what brings you to here? Not just to save Alex from eating plain toast, I hope."

She laughed loudly and I swore it was the best sound I'd heard all day. "I'm here for a few days. Needed a break from classes. I'm currently studying in Paris so it's an easy trek. And yes, rescuing Alex from his questionable diet is always part of my mission, hence the croissants."

"Questionable?" Alex protested. "I eat just fine!"

"Instant noodles don't count as fine, Alex. You only eat well when Lily is visiting," she replied.

I smirked. "She has a point, mate."

Aly glanced at me, her eyes filled with amusement. "And what about you, Carlos? Are you surviving on croissants and coffee, or do you actually cook?"

"I cook," I said, leaning back against the counter, doing my best to appear nonchalant. "Well, sometimes. My dad says I make the best burgers, but he might be biased."

Alex snorted from the couch, where he was scrolling through his phone. "Biased? Please. Don't listen to him downplaying it, Aly. Carlos is actually the best cook out of all the drivers. Hands down."