Summary: During a long needed vacation you and your boyfriend go on a hike.
Content: fluff, established relationship, talk about serial killers, referring to him as Frank🤡 (idk I'm not good at these
A/N: yall idk im so bad at dialogue🤦♀️I based part of it on a convo me and my bsf had while hiking a couple months ago. Also I have had no motivation recently so this is terrible.
WC: 1.1k
It's a rare occasion that you guys got off. It's an even rarer occasion that it's together. Sometimes you and Frank would get a day or two off in the middle of the month or sporadically here and there but there wasn't a pattern to it. After numerous other staff nagged you guys for “working too much” and “needing an actual break” because nine times out of ten one of you ended up going in anyway for some emergency. After months of planning and negotiating, you guys got two weeks off to go out west and visit a couple national parks for hiking and other outdoor activities.
Hiking is your favorite couples activity. After all, it's how you met. About four years ago you found a hiking group that was doing a trail you've been longing to do in Acadia national park. It was the perfect opportunity to get outside, get a break, and meet some new people. Everyone in the group was very different, but that was the beauty of it, different people from all over being u tied under one common interest. One person in particular caught your interest. He was walking alone in a small gap the group had formed when people started talking, but he looked like he didn't mind. So, you being you, went up to him and started a conversation. You guys had talked the whole time about anything and everything, eventually finding out you both lived in Pittsburgh. After the new found numbers were exchanged, dates were had, and then he asked you to be his.
That leads to now, on one of the numerous trails Yosemite had to offer. The crunch of leaves and gravel filled the warm September air. It was a warm morning with a slight breeze that would make the long hike comfortable. It was a total of 5 miles to a beautiful opening looking over Yosemite valley.
“This was such a great idea.” Frank stated while closing his eyes for a moment while taking a deep breath.
“I know. It's wonderful being able to reconnect with nature and disconnect from everything else. This is exactly where I want to be.” You added stopping for a moment to reach for his hand to give it a squeeze.
“I'm always where I need to be as long as I'm with you.”
“Well aren't you just adorable.” You said attempting to mimic a southern accent. Key word attempt. It just made him laugh, but boy was that music to your ears.
The clearing was big and scattered with Little Rock's and fallen logs. You plopped down on one while taking the backpack off to reach the water. To get an optimal viewing experience, guys decided to start the hike in the late morning. Frank estimated it would take close to three or four hours depending on how steep it was and how often you stopped. It had been close to two hours which meant the top had to be nearing soon. Thank. God.
“Sitting has never felt so good” you groaned while sipping some of the water.
“I bet but don't get too comfortable, we're almost there!”
“Yeah but how far is almost? I once asked someone on a hike in Montana how far it was and dude said 'you're almost there’ but it was actually another three miles.”
Frank couldn't help but laugh into hysterics at the short story, “that has got to be the greatest thing I've ever heard.”
You rolled your eyes at him before putting your hands on your knees and pushing off the log to come to a stand.
“Let's get rolling!” You cheered before skipping off to continue the trail while a comfortable silence fell upon you. But it didn't last long. It never does.
“You know…” you started taking a peek at him, “I can't stand the girls that idolize serial killers and stuff.”
“Uh would you like to elaborate on that?” Frank asked with a raised eyebrows
“Yeah well I see all over TikTok and Instagram that these girls idolize these serial killers like Ted Bundy and what not and they're like 'he's so hot I'd totally date him’ and 'I'm exactly his type’ but it's just like girl no he wouldn't love you he'd kill you.”
“Yeah that's really weird. Those types of people don't know love. They're psychopathic killers that don't only find joy in taking the lives of others.”
“They need therapy.” You shake your head while simultaneously watching your feet to make sure not to trip over any of the roots or rocks.
After some time just as you picked up your head to see how much further, as you have done twice in the last 15 minutes, only to spot a worn out wooden sign that read “Dewey point” with an arrow pointing up to indicate it was straight ahead. Your walk faltered for a second to make sure you followed the right pathway before it turned into a slight jog to reach it faster.
“We made it!” You yelled out into the rocky valley below followed by a soon to throw yourself into franks arms.
“Well worth the walk if it meant I got two wonderful views.” He smiled. His arms wrapped around your waist for a quick moment before he turned you around so you could look out at the view.
“It's beautiful,” you added in awe.
“Just like someone I know.” He whispered in your ear followed by a kiss to your cheek.
“You're so corny” you looked up at him. He looked back down at you again flashing the smile you fell in love with all those years ago. His lips came down to meet yours in a passionate kiss to celebrate the moment. It was short and sweet and filled with love, it made the moment with him even better. After a few short moments he pulled away and your head rose back to look at the valley below.
“I think we should quit our jobs, sell the apartment and move here.”
“Like we could ever do that. We both know we won't quit till we're forced into retirement.” You laughed at him.
“Well then we'll move here after we retire”
“That's if you can put up with me for so long.”
“You are very high maintenance” he giggles again.
You let out a loud gasp and step away from his embrace with a shocked expression and a hand over your chest, “how dare you!”
“Oh come on love, we both know it's true.” This earned him a smack to the arm while he giggled at your antics.
“Yeah yeah whatever. Now come sit with me, I'm hungry.” You let out with a groan.
Content/warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of kissing, y/n used once, probably inaccurate dj equipment cuz idk shit (I'm not good at these bare with me)
A/N: I got this idea while listening to clarity last night💀
Word count: 1.9k
Ever since you could remember you had love and passion for music. The way the bass flowed through your body, the lyrics that you connected with deeply making them seem targeted at you, and especially the way it brought everyone together. At the young age of 6 you learned to play the piano. At 9 it was the guitar. Once you hit high school it was the dj board.
You and a couple of your friends decided to go to a music festival out in London to see some of your favorite artists. Since the headliners didn't play till later at night you guys decided to hit up some of the side stages. One in particular was packed with people jumping and dancing to the beat of the music, intrigued, you all decided to go check out what all the hype was about. Edm house music filled the air and echoed across the festival grounds creating a fun and lively space for all sorts of people to come together and enjoy a common interest. You LOVED it. The way everyone seemed to enjoy what was playing, the movements of the crowd, the smiling faces, but also the dj himself. Taking a good look at him you noticed his headphones wrapped around his neck with one to his ear, head bobbing with the music, lip syncing to the words, and movements on what you assumed to be the board they always had. And in that moment you knew that's exactly what you wanted to do.
After that one moment at the music festival 7 years ago you picked up extra hours at your job to save up for a board. Once you had the money, and a little bit of research, you finally purchased your first set of equipment. With endless YouTube videos learning how the boards work and what software to use, sleepless nights practicing, and the support of your parents, at 18 you finally scraped up enough courage to reach out to a small club somewhere in south London asking to play a short set. To your surprise, they agreed. From that point you had exactly 2 weeks to perfect your set, and once the day rolled around you performed it flawlessly, gaining some recognition you longed for. From that moment on you continued asking to play sets at small clubs, then moving to bigger ones, and gaining quite a bit of following. By 19 you were playing the biggest clubs in the United Kingdom and at 20 you were playing throughout Europe.
At this moment in time you were sat with a couple of your friends in the VIP section of a high end club in Milan. You had come on a week long to get away from work for a little while. You lived what you did but a break was still needed every once in a while. You weren't much of a drinker so you settled for a Diet Coke, occasionally taking a shot with your friends. Your friends had all separated to either go dance, get more drinks, or probably find someone to make out with, so there you sat on the red velvety sofa. Alone. Tracing your finger around the glass you looked out into the sea of people checking where your friends had run off to just to make sure they were alright. Once you confirmed that they were all still here and alive you decided to make your way over to the dj booth to check out what his set up was like.
Climbing the stairs to the platform that held the booth and a couple speakers you noticed 3 guys standing on the opposite side of the dj, probably some friends. You immediately recognized him.
“Mike!” You shouted over the music causing him to look at the voice calling his name.
“Oh my god what are you doing here?” He questioned you while pulling you into a bear hug.
“I was just in town for a vacation so we came here and I was curious about the setup.”
“Well I have the pioneer dj ecosystem set up. So for the media players I have the CDJ-3000 for flagship and XDJ-1000MK2 for the compact, the mixers are the DJM-A9 and DJM-750MK2, and I'm using rekordbox for my software.” He explains while pointing them out.
“That's sick as fuck dude”
“I know right?! Feel free to go for a spin.”
“Maybe a bit but thanks.”
After the interaction you took a step back and watched him for a bit longer before one of the guys made his way over to you.
“Pretty cool setup Mike has huh?” He asked while standing next to you looking at Mike.
“Yeah he's got all the good shit”
“I'm Lando” he reached out his hand, smiling.
“y/n” you took his hand in yours shaking it, not pulling your hand away immediately.
He had short curly brown hair, slight dimples at the corners of his mouth, his smile had a slight tooth gap, deep blue eyes, dark blue button down that had the top couple buttons undone showing off his toned chest with a necklace hanging lowly, black pants that help no sign of wrinkles or creases, white Air Force 1s, and his wrists held a watch and various bracelets.
He was cute, hot, sexy, etc. etc.
“How do you know Mike?” He questions you turning his head to take in your features.
“I’ve played a couple sets with him in Amsterdam and Madrid. We still keep in touch but don't get to see each other much since we're both super busy.”
“You dj?” He asks slightly surprised.
“Yeah since I was 16. I fell in love at a London music festival. How do you know Mike?”
“I've known him since high school. When we're in the same city I usually catch up with him.”
When they're in the same city. What could that even mean? Did he DJ also? Travel a lot? Something else?
“Same city? Do you also DJ?”
“Kinda. I do it part time and for fun.” He smiles at you once more. You gave him a smile back while nodding in understatement.
A silence fell over the both of you, a bit awkward, but that's due to happen with people you just met. A sort of saving grace came to the rescue as the song that was just on came to an end and your favorite song came on.
“I love this song!” You slightly yelled while turning to him.
He gave another flash of his smile, laughed, then said “well then dance with me darling.”
No one had ever called you that before. You wouldn't mind if he did it again either.
You laughed along with him and fully turned your body to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck, his hand snaking around your waist. His touch sent electric shocks through your body and little did you know he felt the exact same thing. Your bodies swayed to the beat, you occasionally throwing your head back and singing the lyrics, him occasionally taking your hand in his and twirling you around.
What you didn't notice is the way he stared at you as you sang the lyrics, the way you danced like no one was watching, how the glow of the colored lights looked on your smooth skin or how your outfit clung to your body, highlighting your curves and valleys.you had decided on something simple that night. A white halter top, a green skirt that fell mid thigh with a large dark red belt, white kitten heels and jewelry all over the outfit was so simple yet the way you wore it made it all that much better. You brought a sparkle to his eyes and a feeling to his stomach he hasn't felt in a long time.
When the song finished you could feel confidence surging through you, so you took a step closer to him and stood in your tip toes so your mouth was right next to his ear, one of his hands moved from your waist to the small of your back in order to give you some support. When he didn't hear you say anything at first he took matters into his own hand.
“What's wrong baby” he slightly whispered
“Let's go dj”
“Alright but don't go crying when you come out I'm better then you baby”
“In your dreams lover boy.” You said while pulling away and walking up to Mike letting him know you want to give it a go. Lando looked over at the two others he was with, both of them giving him a knowing look before urging him to go with you.
Once you were all situated in front of the board you took a second to look over all the equipment trying to get accustomed to how he had it set up. Before you could do anything else you felt an arm snake back around your waist, the hand settling on the left side of your abdomen, their body pressed lightly to the back of yours. Bold move. Taking a peak at who was behind you you saw lando, exactly who you expected. You know you shouldn't feel so comfortable with someone you met no less than 30 minutes ago but it felt so right. Everything about him intrigued you and made you feel safe when he was around you or had his hands on you.
You started by queuing up a song that you knew you could flawlessly transition into the next. Playing around with the controls and the song continued to play you saw the next beat drop would happen soon enough so you started your transition. Once it got to the point you wanted you made the flawless transition and the crowd cheered. That was your favorite part, when they liked what you planned.
“Nice choice, pretty” Lando said while bobbing his head and tapping you 3 times. He did that after most songs. The tapping. It felt unconscious at first, like a tic he couldn't control, but when he did it 2 other times after that it felt deliberate. Like he was telling you good job. Obviously you knew what you were doing, you were a professional, but something about his actions gave you butterflies.
“It's almost like you know what you're doing,” he teases once more.
“Almost but I'm not 100% sure what I'm doing so maybe you should show me better. Or are you too scared?” You teased back.
“In your dreams Princess” he smirked, “now move over.” He continued placing both his hands on your hips moving you slightly to the right so he could stand at the booth properly. You handed over the headphones and watched him work. He was so focused on what he was doing and the little bit of his tongue that hung out was the cherry on top.
He stopped for a second and looked over at you. Once you caught his eyes you shrugged slightly. Not bad. He shook his head and continued to work. At one point you had taken up dancing where you stood off to the side, the music was too good, occasionally looking over at him moving his body to the same beat.
When he stole a look while you were dancing everything would stop for just a moment. The music fading, the lights around you turned to a spotlight that shone directly on your body from above.
He knew he was falling but he wondered if you were falling just as hard as he was.
Warnings: 18+ mdni, mild swearing, idk whether to classify this as smut but VERY suggestive🤷♀️
Summary: You met Charles at a night club in Monaco and end up in his sports car
A/N: Hey yall, I'm sorry this is so bad I'm still trying to figure everything out and I'm pretty busy but I'm trying my best! Also I need ideas so give me recs plssss:)))
ALSO CHARLES FOR THE WIN LETS GOOO
“I think you know what this is, I think you wanna, uh, no you ain’t got no mrs. oh but you got a sports car” - Sports Car, Tate McRae
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The lack of motivation to write new songs was great, but the lack of inspiration was even greater. The last album was one of heart and soul crushing lyrics and harmonies. The music had touched so many people personally and even won a grammy for best album of the year. That was almost two years ago. Although there have been a lot of highlights since then, even writing a song here and there, they never seemed to be of full potential. It was frustrating to say the last. The label has been on your ass about putting out music. Real music that wasn’t some half assed shit thrown together.
Love is something that always comes as a struggle. Guys came and went as one night stands or weekend lovers but never long enough to make a real connection, something you longed greatly for. After a handful of failed dates you decided to take a break from the dating scene with the mindset of ‘the right guy will come find me when the time is right.’ of course you kept telling yourself that but whether you believed it or not was a different story.
Yet here you were sitting in a booth in the back of the club with some drink your best friend Clara got for you to “lift your spirits and let loose a little.” You had known Clara for years. You met at dance auditions for a club team back in high school before your career took off, bonding over dance. After that first conversation you guys were conjoined at the hip. Clara was always there with what you needed, sometimes before you even needed them because she basically knew you better than you knew yourself. Later on she joined your team as a back up dancer for your tours and music videos which was a dream come true for the both of you.
“Come on, let's go dance! We didn’t come all the way out here for you to sit alone and sulk again. We’re in Monaco for christ sake! Let's have fun and let loose. Maybe you'll even find your man.” Clara had begged with her hand outstretched toward you. She was just trying to help, and you knew that and were thankful. Reluctantly you grabbed her hand as she flashed her million dollar smile and pulled you toward the swaying crowd on the dance floor. It was hot and sweaty but after a few drinks you’d get over it. The music was loud and the smell of sweat was great but you finally let loose and decided to dance.
“Im gonna go get another drink” you shouted to Clara who had simply nodded and kept dancing. Making your way to the bar wasn’t too much of a challenge. There were people dotted on the stools throughout the bar so finding a place to get your drink wasn’t hard. Pulling yourself up onto the seat the bartender came over asking what she could get for you, “could I please get a gin and tonic please?” the bar tender simply nodded and walked off to make your drink. You spun around of the chair to look for Clara in the crowd to plan your trip back to her, only to find her dancing with a guy she must have met in the couple of minutes you had been gone. Simply smiling at her with a shake of your head and swiveling back in your chair. Your drink had been placed down neatly on a napkin in a short glass that had a lime garnish on it, reaching for it you took a sip and felt the slight burn run down your throat. Perfect.
Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by the presence of another person sitting in the chair next to you. “I’ll have what she's having.” the mystery person, who sounded to be a man, told the bartender with the most handsome Monégasque accent.
“You don't even know what I'm drinking though.” you stated, turning in your chair to look at the man.
Boy was he handsome. Fuck. He had short tousled brown hair that probably looked amazing any way he styled it, the most mesmerizing green eyes, and his features were something close to a god. He was exactly your type. “Well then I guess I'll have to trust your judgment” He smiled. God that smile and the dimples. Lord help me.
As his drink arrived he eyed the glass curiously while quickly thanking the bartender as she walked away. Slowly, but deliberately, he lifted the glass up to his lips and took a sip. You watched his Adams apple bob as he swallowed the liquid then licked his lips to get the remaining residue off his lips.
“So what do you think?”
“You have incredible taste. Gin and tonic, a classic.”
You gave him a smile and for a slight second you swear you could see a shimmer in his eyes.
“You have a beautiful smile.” He says while smiling once more before continuing, “I swear the world just stopped for a second.”
“How cliche. But thank you” you giggle a little at his statement. Boy you haven't giggled in what felt like forever. Whatever this man was doing was working.
“I'm Charles” his tone soft and sweet all the while reaching his hand out toward you.
“Y/N” you reached out toward his hand, brackets jingling a little bit. Once you guys touched hands it seemed like the world stopped. The handshake seemed long gone and you could swear it was just you guys in the room.
“That is a beautiful name.” His hand seemed to squeeze yours for a split second but he didn't let go. Not that you minded at all. Feeling bold you got up out of the seat without letting go of his hand or spilling your drink and led him back to the booth you were previously at. Clara wasn't there which means she was either still dancing or off with the guy she met.
“Let's go somewhere a little more comfortable.” You gave him a cheeky smile.
“I like the sound of that.” He replied with the same tone.
Once you guys reached the booth you slid into the middle, it was a rounded booth, Charles following closely behind you settling right besides you. Legs touching and hands still holding.
“So what do you do for work?” You asked while unconsciously taking a sip of your drink.
“Basically I drive in circles.”
You looked at him and laughed “what?”
“I am a race car driver for formula 1.”
“Ah that makes a lot more sense. How do you like it?”
“I love it. I've been racing since I was a boy. My father taught me everything I know and I wanted to be just like him, so with a bit of hard work and some prayers here I am.” He said with a voice full of passion.
“That's awesome. That seems like a great gig.” You admired the way he talked about racing, the way he talked was the way livers would interact.
“I mean it has its ups and downs but it's very rewarding. What about you though, what do you do?”
“I'm a singer, songwriter, musician. Whatever you want to call it”
“Interesting, anything I've ever heard?” His hand leaving yours to go rub absentminded circles on your exposed thigh. He genuinely seemed interested in what you do. Whether it was just his personality or the liquor he seemed genuinely interested. Your ex had never been that interested in your career. He would brush it off with an “I don't care” or “whatever”. He was never supportive either and basically viewed your entire career as a joke. And why did you stay with such a man for so long? You were young and stupid and blinded with love. So Charles being so interested was refreshing.
“Maybe, Maybe not.” You gave him a smirk.
“Well I guess I'll have to go find your music somewhere.”
The silence that proceeded didn't feel forced or awkward but refreshing. Not long after it had started you caught him checking you out. You were wearing a black lacy halter top that was paired with a maroon leather jacket, a tiny Jean skirt, and black boots that stopped mid shin.
“Like what you see?” You giggled
“Oh absolutely. You look beautiful Mon ange.” He started while co tinting to stair.
You took a moment to look at what he was wearing. He was wearing a white button down that exposed his tanned and toned chest with white and brown striped pants. His wrists holding a couple bracelets on one and a watch on the other. He was hot to say the least.
“You don't look too bad yourself. Quite handsome I'd say.”
You guys continued to talk for what seemed like ages about anything and everything with stolen glances and small touches . You had felt a spark the first time you shook hands and it only continued to grow.
“Why don't we get out of here?” He suggested to you
“I would love to but I just need to tell my friend first.”
Clara💕🧸
You
I'm headed out I'll see you later
Clara
Ooo girl I see you👀👀👀
You
Girl shut up
You're one to talk
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“Alright lead the way” you motioned to the end of the booth, suggesting to him to get up first.
“It would be my pleasure.” He smiled showing off his white teeth and dimples.
He slid out of the booth first taking a step back to give you space to get up. Once you reached the end of the booth he offered his hand, which you gladly accepted, and he helped you up. Once you were up and out of the booth you reluctantly removed your hand from Charles’ to pull down your skirt ever so slightly and smooth out your jacket. When he noticed you had finished he snaked his arm around you waist and led you towards the door. Holding hands was a tingle. His hand on your thigh was a butterfly's, but this. This was a whole other level of feeling but they made sense with him. His arms felt like it was a missing puzzle piece you had finally found.
Reaching the door Charles opened it for you to allow you to step out first with his hand just in the small of your back to usher you out.
“What a gentleman” you attempted at a studious voice.
“Why of course m’lady” me bowed a little bit making the both of you laugh. God was his laugh addictive, I want him so bad.
“So where are you taking me?” You questioned curiously while raising an eyebrow.
“It's a surprise”
“You aren't going to kidnap me right? After all, I met you like 2 hours ago.”
“No no nothing like that.” He laughed again. He could do that for eternity and you would never get sick of it.
You reached a black ferrari that had some notes of red on the front and the spoiler and it had the number 16 on the side.
“Holy shit this is your car?” Jaw dropped basically to the floor.
“Yeah only one of them” he stated simply like it was nothing while simultaneously walking to the passenger side to open your door. And the fact that he said ONE of them indicated he had more. He quickly rounded the car and got in and started up the engine. Once he was settled in he returned his hand to your thigh right below the seam of the skirt you were wearing. If you were red before you definitely were now. His skin was soft and cold to the touch causing goosebumps to rise in your skin.
The streets of Monaco were quiet due to the late hour of the night. The pretty blue street lights blurred and the shops that buzz with people during the day, lie dormant. Soft music filled the speeding car with a slight mix of the breeze that came in through the rolled down windows.
“Why are you in Monaco?” Charles spoke up, still looking at the road.
“Just to get a break from everything for a while. I've had a writing block and haven't been able to get any inspiration so I came to get away from all of that for just a little while.” You said while looking down at his hand and fidgeting with his fingers.
“How long has it been since you were able to write?” He asked while pulling into an overlook that had an ocean view. His hand had squeezed your thigh lightly.
“Probably the last single I put out, which was a while ago.”
“Well I hope you can find inspiration here, I'm sure there's something.” He suggested while unbuckling, turning his head to look at you leaning over the center console. You followed suit and folded one leg under you to get comfy and ran your hand up his arm to rest on his shoulder.
“I think I know where to start” you replied before leaning the rest of the way meeting him in the middle.
The kiss was something of another world. It started off slow with a light touch of the lips and your hand on his shoulder and his still on your thigh. That didn't last for long though. Soon enough the hand that was once squeezing your thigh, anticipating his need, was hooked under it swinging you over to sit on his lap. You broke away to adjust your hips to get closer and comfier, earning a low groan from Charles. I'm
“Stop moving baby” a sternful tone in his voice before continuing.
“Sorry, I can't help it” you let out quietly
“I can't help what'll happen next if you keep moving like that.” He whispered into your ear after pulling you closer. It sent a shiver down your spine making your back arch ever so slightly and your eyes closed as you threw your head back. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Well then maybe I won't stop” you whispered back, eyes darkening, smirk spreading across your face, rocking your hips once more.
With that statement Charles’s hands had pressed hard on your hips as he pushed up into you for some sort of friction and immediately reconnected his lips to yours. This time it was rough and headed toward sloppy. His tongue had forced its way into your mouth as he made his goal to explore every part of you. His lips were soft and you could faintly smell his cologne that had been wearing off throughout the night. You were on the verge of breaking. Between your grinding and his erection grinding back, you couldn't take much more.
He carefully placed his hands on the side of your face before gently pulling you away. He took a second to take in your beauty and the slight mess he has made you into. “Why don't we take this to the back seat?”
“I would love to.” She smiles then continues “I think I'm starting to find inspiration.”
“I'm goin’ weak in my knees, where'd you put those keys? We can share one seat, we can share one seat”
Summary: Lando’s mind wanders during an interview causing him to blurt something he probably shouldn’t have.
This week was different. Last minute Alexandra had asked you to go to lunch and shopping. Both of you had long weeks with modeling jobs and traveling causing both of you to burn out and agree to take today easy.
Ever since you and Lando started dating you had never missed a media day before, or many of his other events for that matter, causing you to be a bit nervous telling Lando that you wouldn't make it to media day this week. In the end he was completely understanding and recognized the burn out that follows constant work.
Currently you were sat in a small cafe Alexandra was recommended by one of the other wags chatting about upcoming plans, pets, work, anything and everything best friends talk about all while laughing and giggling about who knows what. Knowing there was no strict schedule or plans to commit to making it all more enjoyable.
On the other side of Monaco, Lando sat next to some reporter for the formula 1 social media pages doing an interview about the upcoming race and strategies. “How do you feel about the race Sunday?” the reporter eagerly asked.
“Yeah I feel pretty confident. I’ve been putting in all my effort this season and am pushing myself more than I ever have before. I have the support of my team, family, friends, girlfriend and I want to do good for all of them as well as myself.” Land answered truthfully. Lando has been giving his all this season and has been putting hours on top of hours of training. It was exhausting but he was doing what he loved. His mind started to drift as the reporter kept asking questions. You guys haven’t seen much of each other this week causing all the lost time and built up eagerness to flood his thoughts and imagination. He wondered what you were wearing today since it was slightly hotter than it had been the past couple days. He wondered what clothes you would bring home and show him later tonight.
The reporter was mid-sentence when Lando cuts him off and blurts “I wonder what my baby is doing right now.” He was clearly in a daydreaming state which caused the reporter and crew to laugh. “You must be eager to see her huh?” the reporter asks as he laughs. He snaps fully back into reality at this comment causing his face heats up and he can feel the pink creep from his ears down to his neck. “Yeah, we haven’t gotten the chance to see each other much this past week and she’s usually here so I'm just excited to get home and see her.” the reporter laughs once more before continuing, “well then I won’t keep you too long lover boy.”
