"NEIN!"
An angry German man was currently driving me to the cafe my father was waiting for me at. He also was on the phone with presumably his brother, who wasn't coming down from Cologne for Christmas. I sat in the back of this man's car listening to him argue for a solid thirty minutes before he finally hung up and uttered a bitter apology.
I paid no mind to him because it honestly didn't bother me; listening to angry Germans is always comedic. Especially if you just simply listen and don't translate it, then it'll sound like gibberish. Or maybe I was too engrossed with the person I was texting.
I clutched my phone, waiting for a response that Katie had landed in Dublin; we'd been texting nonstop throughout the day. Though I hadn't heard from her in the last hour, I was becoming increasingly impatient. This international break felt different; maybe it was because we were on better terms, or maybe it was because I wasn't playing. My collarbone had proven to be a pain in the arse, especially with my arm in a sling.
Flying with one arm hasn't been ideal, but I was glad I didn't have to worry about it for the next two weeks. I was set to stay with my father in Mannheim, exploring the new Porsche facility they'd recently finished building and looking at all the cool Le Mans cars. It was honestly all I could think about because it was one of my favourite things outside of football. Cars had always fascinated me, but I think that's because of my father's influence. He told me as soon as I'm retired, which won't be for a long time if I can help it, that we'd travel to all the circuits with Porsche and watch the races. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't tempting to just retire and do that now, but I loved football too much to ever give it up.
Porsche hadn't started testing just yet, but staff training was well underway, and so was testing for the ISMA WeatherTech Sportscar Championship in January. The first race was, of course, the Rolex 24 at Daytona, which I'd yet to attend because it was always right when winter break ended. Plus, it was in America.
When the driver stopped abruptly, I realised we'd arrived at the cafe. I sent a quick text to my father before thanking the driver and collecting my bag from the back.
"Emely!" A voice bellowed from behind me. My eyes widened for a moment until I turned around and saw my father standing outside the cafe door with a wide smile on his face. I grinned, walking towards him as he wrapped me in a bear hug that I'd missed dearly.
"Hey, Dad," I said softly when he finally pulled away. A knowing smile appeared on his face as he glanced down at my arm in a sling. He knew I hated being injured because I never wanted to sit still, but being here would keep me busy enough.
"Ready to see the new facility?"
"Obviously." A wide smile grew on my face as I clocked what car my father had decided to drive today. Because he was such a high-profile developer, he often got to drive whatever car he wanted. I never really knew exactly what he did, but I knew he was in deep with Porsche and was well respected by the company.
The drive was short; the city slowly disappearing as we reached the outskirts where the testing facility and track were located. It was a quiet drive, but it held a familiar comfort that I'd been missing almost all year. My parents were busy people, and so was I; we rarely got to see each other, let alone everyone in the same place. When I told people about this, they almost always asked if they were divorced. The question was valid, and I never really took it to heart. My parents loved each other dearly, but they also loved their jobs just as much. I honestly think it's where I got my strong passion for football.
"Has testing for the FIA WEC started yet?" I questioned as we entered the gate, my father shifting gears with ease.
"Yes, but it's not anything major. They aren't doing much until the end of January before they head to Qatar to test there in February before the race." He spoke with a thoughtful look. My father always had that look if I was honest, like the gears were always turning about in his brain for whatever reason. He was a very smart man, and I often admired the way he looked at things so intellectually; I just wished more of it had rubbed off on me. I got more of my mum's fiery attitude than my father's calmness.
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Faulty Trust || Katie McCabe
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