That evening I'm at the airport awaiting Sangil's arrival. My timing is awesome, and I barely have to wait before he is strolling towards me. This time I give in to my desire and give him a big hug. I hear shutters going off. Those girls with the cameras that I saw nearby must be fans.
"Sangil! I missed you!"
"I missed you, too," he whispers in my ear. "And my manager is right behind me."
I let go of him, but take his free hand in mine as we walk out. "I have a car right here. I'll take us to our hotel."
"It's not the GTR."
"No, it's an Infiniti."
"Isn't your team Nissan?"
"Yes, but Infiniti is the luxury branch of the Nissan motor company."
We stow the bags in the trunk and climb inside.
"I thought I would warn you about the fans. They film and take photos when a driver is in the vicinity. You may show up on camera. If you don't want to be recognized, or at least not so much, wear sunglasses and a hat. But a mask will be a giveaway down here. There are also professional photographers that have been given access to the paddock. Some are polite and will ask if they can take your picture, others don't. They have permission to shoot, so technically they don't need to ask us. How do you feel about all this?"
"Overwhelmed."
"I can have you walk in with my manager a few meters ahead of me, so there's less chance of your being noticed. Also, having been here four days, there is a photographer that I have started to build a rapport with. I try to be polite to all, but if I have time I'll pose for him. Not that you have to. In fact, if we ask nicely that he not shoot, he may listen."
"What will my manager be doing?"
"Sightseeing? He doesn't have access to the paddock until WGM starts filming, sometime Sunday afternoon."
We arrive at the hotel, and everyone gets situated. "I'll knock on your door at nine tomorrow morning, and we'll go to the Nissan hospitality suite and eat breakfast. And then go from there."
"Sounds good. See you later."
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P.S. I like F1, but I don't know all the rules and other ins and outs of the sport, so if someone does and thinks "That couldn't happen!" as they read some part of my story, sorry.
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FanfictionA fanfic about a fictional female Formula One driver and a member of the Kpop boy group Snuper, who are paired together on We Got Married.
