Fight

P. Seven

LUNA
A little irritated I watch Charles chew his gum. He does it allot, chewing his gum while giving interviews. It looks a little rude. And it just annoys me. I walk over to him. 'Sorry to interrupt.' I smile at the interviewer. 'Cracher Charlie.' My hand is in front of him. He looks surprised, me all of a sudden standing next to him. 'Why?' He looks down at my hand, still in front of him. 'It's rude, now.' I look down at my hand, moving my head a little with it. A little hesitating he spits out the white gum on my hand. 'Merci.' I slap on his back, with the hand with no gum. Quickly I throw away the gum and continue walking on my way to an interview myself.

With a big smile I walk over to the tall curly haired woman, who's waiting on me. I walk through the ports, leaving the paddock. 'Ciao bimba!' We hug. That's what she always says to me. Since I was a little girl. 'Ciao.' We give each other a kiss on the lips, before I hand her her passes. 'How has your traveling been?' We start walking back to the paddock, getting our passes checked. 'Really good! The best thing is seeing my little girl!' Sabrina wraps her arms around me, squeezing me close to her. I smile. Sabrina was one of my moms best friend. They met each other when Sab started working in the club my father owns. 30 years ago I think, is when he and my mom started, something in that direction. She used to babysit Lo and I sometimes. We're close. Sabrina doesn't have children herself, she wanted them, but she couldn't find the right man. I feel sorry for her, she's such a nice person. And the tallest woman I've ever met! I think she's really close to 2 meters. And then there is me being 1.67. 'Let me give you a quick tour before I need to go to practice.' I'm so happy she's here. I haven't seen her in a while.

'How are you doing?' I nod. 'Good. I'm having fun.' I love my job so much and it's a true gift that I'm able to race here. 'No trouble with the amount of handsome man walking around?' I softly shake my head. Should I tell her about Daniel? I told Lola we kissed, but know one else. I take a sip of my water. We're having diner at a restaurant she really likes here in Baku. 'Spit it out.' I look up questioning. What does she mean? 'There is something on your mind, tell me.' Sabrina reads my mind. I take another sip of my water before I tell her. 'Well, I was puzzling with Daniel, the one who used to drive at Red Bull, but left to Renault.' I think she knows who he is with this explanation. She nods. 'We kissed, but we haven't really talked since. It's all a little awkward. And I don't know what to do.' I take a bite of my chicken. The food is delicious. 'Do you like him?' I slowly nod. A little nervous. I felt the spark. 'Does he like you?' I shrug. 'He was the one leaning in.' But that doesn't mean anything really. Maybe he just wanted to kiss me for nothing. I shrug again. 'Maybe you should just talk about it together. Figure things out.' We could. But I'm scared to tell him. 'By the way you're asking me for advice, I haven't had a boyfriend for ages.' I role my eyes. 'That's not true! Two years ago right?' I think it was two years ago she had a boyfriend for the last time. 'Something like that.' I really don't get why she doesn't have a man, she's the sweetest human in the world and oh so pretty. 'You wanna start a relationship again?' I nod. 'I wanna continue my life again, trying to leave it behind. But it's hard. Maybe if I'm in a relationship again it will go away quicker, I don't know.' I shrug, not sure. I hope it will. Even though I've made really big steps since it happened. 'If you don't try, you'll never know.' That's true. 'You should come with me to Monaco, marry a old rich man.' We both giggle. 'I'm not marrying an old rich man.' 'You wanna get married?' She's just in the beginning of her 40's, plenty of time to marry a handsome man and maybe get a kid. She shrugs. 'You don't think I'm too old?' Quickly I shake my head. 'You're never too old!' She thinks. 'Your father was my age when he married Monica and had kids, so I guess.'

'I can't fucking hear you Sterre, it's busy here and your connection sucks.' I'm FaceTiming Lola, but I'm calling her by her first name. Lola is her name for foreigners. I'm FaceTiming her without any headphones, because I forgot them in the garage; where I'm off to now. Qualifying is in about an hour. Pain rushes through my body from the right side just above my hip. It makes me jump a little in the air. 'You we're getting this one back.' I punch Daniel on his shoulder. Asshole. 'Fuck you.' Now I have more pain. Not that what he did was really harsh, it was pretty gentle, but it still did hurt a little. But my lower back hurts as a mother fucker, it's that time of the month once again, lucky one of my last days. But with every move I feel my back and it's getting annoying. Hopefully it's gone tomorrow. I should take some drugs, but I hate taking pills. I just can't do it. I can't swallow it. I'm trying, it just doesn't always work. You won't see me ever taking real drug pills. 'Who are you talking to?' Dan asks curious, he probably heard me being annoyed at Lola. 'My sister Lola.' I slightly turn the screen to Daniel, so Lola can see Dan and the other way around. Daniel looks a little confused but smiles. 'Hi.' Lola waves. 'G'day. I didn't know you were a twin.' He looks still confused. 'I never told anyone? I feel like I talk about her all the time.' Mostly I call her my sister not my twin, maybe that is it. I don't know why I do it. 'But keep it a secret, now we can prank people.' Ohh that's a good idea. 'I'll keep my mouth shut.' I smile. 'Ster I'm gonna go, speak to you later. Bye!' 'Bye!' I press the red horn. 'I was wondering if we could talk tonight?' He wants to talk? I wanna talk too. I need to sort it out. But I was too much of a pussy to ask him. So I'm glad he asked. 'I can't tonight, team meeting. But after the race maybe?' I question him. I play with the sleeve of my suit, that's hanging around my waist. 'Yeah sure. We'll text.' I nod. I enter the garage as Daniel continues walking.

My head moves a little on the beat of the music, so does my feet. Seeing a Dutch flag in the distance, behind the pit wall. The conversation between Dan and I is going to be awkward, I can already tell. I suck at starting conversations. But Dan will start it, I think, I hope. I'm probably walking the things ahead and worry about it too much.