Aerodynamic {Racing One Shots}

ice cream • jimmie johnson

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"what about him?" kyla nudged her friend, motioning towards the man sitting a few stools down. "he looks older but he's still hot."

mara's eyes drifted towards the man, prepared to be disappointed. she wasn't exactly sure why her best friend had decided that she needed to get laid tonight but here they were. all of the other men kyla had pointed out had been not great — the type you'd expect to find at a dive bar in a shitty part of town.

mara knew kyla was trying to help her get over parker and she didn't really have the heart to tell kyla that a one night stand wouldn't make mara forget the four years that she had wasted.

mara's eyes widened when her eyes landed on the man kyla had pointed out. he was handsome, no doubt but she recognized him too. "that's jimmie fucking johnson." she whispered harshly to her friend. "i can't sleep with him?"

kyla cocked her head at her friend, "who?"

"jimmie johnson? nascar great? happens to be like the ultimate family man with a beautiful wife?" mara rolled her eyes. "you've watched how many races with me?"

kyla pulled her phone out, ignoring mara's dig. she quickly tapped on her screen, letting out a, "huh!" before showing mara her screen.

a tmz headline filled the screen, jimmie johnson's wife filed for divorce [exclusive]. mara's heart dropped a little for jimmie's sake. she knew how a divorce could ruin somebody emotionally.

she snuck a glance back at jimmie and she could see it written on his face — his scruff not as well-kept as it was during the season, the bags under his eyes.

"i still can't sleep with him." mara knew what kyla was thinking. "i'm not taking advantage of him."

"you're not taking advantage of him." kyla rolled her eyes. "you're comforting him. i'm sure he could use a release just as much as you could."

mara shook her head and opened her mouth to protest but kyla had heard enough. she flagged down the bartender. leaning in with an impish smile, kyla jerked her thumb towards jimmie. "give him another of whatever he's drinking and say it's from my friend here." kyla patted mara on the back, clearly ignoring the death glares her best friend was shooting her.

it looks could kill, kyla would be dead on the dirty bar floor.

the bartender nodded, setting off to work.

"seriously, ky?" mara whispered, watching with wide eyes as the bartender handed jimmie and drink and then pointed to her.

god, mara wanted to be the one dead on the bar floor. could somebody die from embarrassment? mara was sure that she was about to find out when jimmie's eyes met hers and he offered her a weak smile. god, he was so handsome even in his half disheveled state, mara couldn't look away even though she really wanted to.

"go." kyla commanded, nearly shoving mara off of the barstool.

"fucking rude." mara shot another glare towards her friend who just shrugged.

she took a moment, straightening herself before looking back at jimmie. he had an amused look on his face and mara relaxed a little. maybe she could just offer the heartbroken man a little company, dazzle him with her (weird) sense of humor for a few minutes.