Our Hopes and Expectations

Our Hopes and Expectations

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It was nearly two in the afternoon when Charles got back to his flat. He'd enjoyed meeting up with Max, but something was bothering him about the whole exchange. Why now try and catch up? They'd both been in F1 for several years now, and out of karts for much much longer, so what made now special? And then a thought hit him. He was newly single. And he'd just gotten a new haircut and looked damn good. Words from lunch echoed in Charles' mind- "I wanted to get to know you better," how he'd agreed with Charles' tastes, his whole attitude. Did Max... have a crush on him? OR Max texts Charles when he means to text his date. Things spiral, and they both think the other is in love with them. In reality, Charles just wants to be friends, and Max can hardly stand him. And then everything gets out of hand.
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Upon her laughing at my struggle, a smile naturally creeps onto my face. "Sorry. What I mean to say is I would like for you to come with me. If you come, you could finally know what my job is." She grins widely. "Because you are not a mechanic, but you won't tell what your real job is." "Exactly, but if you come..." She presses her lips together and then pouts slightly. "I can't." My smile drops. "I'm sorry, Max, my flight leaves Thursday morning." Disappointed, I shrug in an attempt to play it casual. "It's okay," I say softly, and she scrunches her nose at the pet name. "But tell me the truth, would you have come if you were staying longer?" She smiles widely and I mimic her. "Depends, would you continue acting like an asshole?" I chuckle. I know she will never let that go, and weirdly it brings me joy because that means that she will never forget the day we met. And I don't want her to forget it because it is forged forever in my mind. I am bound by that day, but if I am bound, she should be too. I want us to be bound forever by that day. "Maybe. Depends if you will text me this time." "Then maybe." With a grin on my face, I reply, "Maybe is good enough for now." A lie. Truly, maybe is not enough, but I will wait for her forever if it is necessary. I barely know her, but I want her to like me at least a portion of how much I like her because her mere presence makes me happy, and I believe I have the same effect on her. ------------------------------- Two pressured souls to succeed, longing for love. Max Verstappen, a seemingly ruthless driver, finds himself drawn to Vanessa Teixeiro, the sweetest soul with many secrets he is eager to unravel. Two sides of the same coin collide and can't seem to escape the other. Vanessa knows she should keep her distance from him, as he is too tempting for her, especially at the wrong time. However, Max is determined to keep crossing paths with her. He has fallen for her, but will she fall for him too?

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