Bittersweet Honey

11. Napkins

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✨Author's Note: Hi! Just a quick note before you start this chapter, it contains both Toni's and Daniel's POV, it's clarified with their names in bold letters. I just didn't want to spit this chapter in two. Enjoy! And thank you for reading. ✨
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Toni.

"Life is good, who's asking?
She asks in Spanish.
Can't understand it,
Still somehow it's magic."

-Riz La Vie

I brace myself and make my way out of the building's front door. I find him standing outside, leaning on a blue Renault SUV. He's wearing black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt too. Topped with a very nice deep green bomber jacket. The color is close to my blouse's. He's wearing black Vans, and he actually looks very nice in his casual attire. His curls fall on his forehead effortlessly.

"Hey, Toni." He gives me the warmest smile, and I smile back at him.

​"Hi, Daniel. Nice car. Rental?" I ask as I walk towards him.

​"I borrowed it from my old team." For a minute I forgot that last season he was with Renault. Everyone has been making such a fuzz about him joining McLaren it feels like he has been there for a while.

​"It's very nice." I point out, and it is. Sporty and elegant, but not flashy at all.​

​"Thanks! It drives pretty smoothly." He comments. We suddenly are so close, and I think it's my Mexican instinct is to greet people with a kiss on the cheek. And I almost go for it, but it kind of catches him off guard, because I honestly don't know how people greet each other in Australia, and in many countries in Europe its very different. So we end up sharing and awkward as hell handshake and half hug. I'm already failing at this whole thing.

​"You ready to go?" He asks with a giggly tone as he opens the car door for me.

​"Yes, thank you." I nod as I get inside the car. I see him as he struts in front of the car to get to the driver's seat.

My heart starts to pound inside my chest the second he turns the engine on. I actually can't believe I agreed to him picking me up. I would've felt safer if I had driven myself to the restaurant and back.

​"So, where to Miss Toni?" He asks in his usual joyful tone.

​"Well, the place is called Fiorentino's. It's on Woodend Street." I say and he types it into the GPS on the car's touch screen.

​ And just as he is about to touch the stick shift, my hand automatically flew to touch his. I don't know why I did this but now I have to say something!

​"Daniel, I just need you to promise me one thing." He has a mischievous smile on his lips, and I feel a rush of electricity run through me as I keep my hand on his. He looks straight into my eyes. He has unusually beautiful brown eyes, with a hint of hazel in them.

​"Yes, Antonia?"

​"Just...promise me we won't go too fast." And as soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize I just said one big stupid cliché, and that it sounded ridiculous. He definitely took it the wrong way because a silly smile is forming on his lips. I begin to get flustered.

"I didn't mean it like that! I just meant that you won't drive too fast! I've never been in a car with a formula one driver before!"

​"Oh my God, Toni. Just...chill. I drive for a living, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. You gotta trust me okay?" He says as he takes my hand and gives it a little squeeze.