Formula One Shots

Carlos Sainz: Meeting him in Spain

Requested by @emeske

Word count: 615

"Hola. Buenos días," you heard a male voice say behind you. You turned around and were met by the most beautiful pair of eyes you had ever seen in your life. You could barely stutter out a hello back to him.

"¿Hablas español?" He asked. You were beginning to stress. You knew what he was asking you, but you didn't know how to respond in Spanish.

"No, sorry," you said, and hoped he understood this and wouldn't ask you something else you didn't know the answer to. He nodded as if understanding.

"English then?" He asked, while placing himself next to you on the train. You nodded. "I wanted to ask you if you knew any good restaurants around, but I guess you are on holidays here?" You had studied him carefully while he spoke, and he seemed to be a nice guy. Also, he was very good looking.

"True, this is my third day here, so I honestly have no idea. I've been eating in a lot of different restaurants and bars and I don't remember any of their names. I'm sorry," you said, getting over most of your nerves. You had always been nervous around people you didn't know, especially hot men like him.

"Right, I see. So how do you like Spain so far?" He asked you with a genuine smile on his face.

"It's amazing. I love it!" You responded happily, thinking about another two weeks of you staying here. You most definitely didn't want to go home yet.

"How long are you staying?" He asked. He sounded genuinely interested in you. Probably because he didn't have anything else to do, you thought to yourself. You began to slowly feel at ease with him, he was a really laid back guy.

"What is your name by the way, and where are you from?" You introduced yourself and told him where you were from and what you were doing in Spain.

"That's a pretty name. I am Carlos, Carlos Sainz. Nice to meet you.l," he said. You nodded and already knew you probably weren't going to remember his last name after today. You talked a lot more, seeing as you hadn't reached your destination yet.

"Could I, you know, maybe have your number? You said you wanted to speak Spanish better. I could help you with that. If you'd like, that is," he mumbled the last part of the sentence, probably afraid of getting rejected.

You smiled shyly and nodded in agreement. You typed in your number on his telephone and handed it back to him. A few minutes later, you had - unfortunately - already reached your destination. You knew in the back of your head that he wasn't going to call you, but still held a little hope while saying your goodbyes.

That day was nearly a year ago, now. And a lot has changed ever since. He actually did call you, to your surprise. After that, everything went by pretty fast. You started dating nearly half a year ago, and that's when you finally found out why his name sounded so familiar. You had heard the name often when your dad was watching Formula 1. You had never taken an interest in it. But that was until you met him. Now you made sure to watch every single race.

"I still find our first conversation very funny," Carlos said out of the blue. You groaned, not this again. "Shut up." He just laughed it off.

"You said 'buongiorno' to me. As far as I am concerned, that's Italian," he laughed.

You sent a glare in his direction and hit him with a pillow. "Shut up. Seriously Carlos. ¡Cállate!"