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Those three days back in London were a rare and much-needed break for Zoe. After weeks of nonstop concerts, travel, and late-night celebrations, she let herself slow down, even if just for a little while.
Day one was all about unwinding. Zoe slept in, a luxury she rarely allowed herself on tour, and spent most of the morning cocooned in her duvet with a cup of tea and her favorite book. By the afternoon, she was scrolling through Netflix, starting a crime series she'd been meaning to watch for months. It felt indulgent, almost rebellious, to have no schedule dictating her every move.
Day two, she ventured out, meeting Charlie for coffee at their favorite spot in Camden. He showed up wearing a baseball cap low over his face to avoid being recognized, but within five minutes, they were both laughing too loudly to go unnoticed. They caught up on everything—his recent matches, her Paris shows, and the latest drama from their group chat.
"Z, you're still the best at ghosting texts," Charlie teased as he nudged her.
"Excuse me," she shot back, "I respond... eventually. That counts!"
Later that evening, Zoe met Matt for dinner. He'd insisted on cooking, inviting her over to his cozy flat. As they ate spaghetti on his slightly wobbly kitchen table, they talked about everything and nothing, her plans for the tour, his games and Shira's latest antics. Matt always had a way of making her feel like the world wasn't spinning so fast.
Day three was a mix of errands and nostalgia. Zoe spent the morning wandering through familiar streets, stopping at an old record store she used to frequent as a teenager. She picked up a vinyl she didn't need but couldn't resist—a little gift for herself. By the afternoon, she was back home, organizing her things and FaceTiming Shira, who wanted all the updates from their friends.
Meeting up with Charlie and Matt had been a highlight—a little slice of normalcy amidst the whirlwind of her life.
But now, the calm was over. Her suitcase lay open on the floor, half-packed with a mix of casual outfits, her favorite leather jacket, and a few carefully chosen accessories. This trip wasn't for her career. It was for Lando.
Zoe folded a pair of jeans and tossed them into the suitcase, a small smile playing on her lips. She hadn't been to a race in months, and she missed the buzz of it all—the roaring engines, the palpable energy, and, of course, seeing Lando in his element. The Emilia Romagna Grand Prix was special, and she wouldn't miss it for the world.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She grabbed it, seeing Lando's name light up the screen.
landoooo⁴
landoooo⁴
you better not flake on me Z
landoooo⁴
this one's important
#z
would I ever?
#z
suitcase is already half-packed
#z
do you need me to bring snacks or something?
landoooo⁴
snacks and moral support
landoooo⁴
and maybe a sign that says 'GO LANDOOOO' just to embarrass me
#z
noted.
#z
giant neon letters, got it
She laughed to herself as she set the phone down, shaking her head. Lando could be ridiculous, but she knew how much it meant to him that she was coming. They'd always had this unspoken understanding, a friendship that could weather just about anything.
Zoe zipped up her suitcase, glancing at the clock. Her flight was in a few hours, giving her just enough time to grab a quick bite before heading out. As she slung her bag over her shoulder and grabbed her passport, she felt a flicker of excitement.
This trip wasn't about music, Parisian parties, or the chaos of her own life. It was about showing up for her best friend, the way he always showed up for her.
She smiled to herself as she locked the door behind her. Emilia Romagna, here she came.
When she arrived at the airport, everything felt like it was moving in fast forward. The usual hustle and bustle, the constant announcements, the overhead signs flashing the details of her flight. Zoe had grown used to this lifestyle, but even in the rush, there was a calmness to it today. She was ready for this trip, ready to be there for her friend, and maybe even to enjoy a little break from the constant demands of her own world.
Lando was often in the middle of the whirlwind, but whenever she needed him, he was there—whether it was a late-night text, a call in the middle of the madness, or just his constant support.
As the plane began its descent into Emilia Romagna, Zoe's excitement turned into a steady warmth. She knew she wouldn't just be showing up for Lando, but she'd be bringing a piece of herself with her. Her heart was already in the grandstands, imagining the energy, the noise, and the excitement of race day. Whatever else was going on in her life, today, this weekend, was about Lando.
Zoe sat back, letting the anticipation fill her as the plane touched down. Emilia Romagna was calling, and she was more than ready to answer.
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author's note: I'm writing this in the middle of my maths homework, weird chapter but I have no ideas rn
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