Robin

A heavy downpour began throughout the paddock, leaving drivers and teams hurrying into their respective garages. Qualifying was put on hold as cars were directed back undercover and tyres were covered.

You sat near the back of the garage, swinging your feet like a young child as you sat comfortably on a bench, staring with wide eyes at the worsening weather. You’d always loved the rain, annoying your parents as you became constantly sick from playing around in the rain. You couldn’t keep away though, it may have been cold, but you always found yourself at peace in the wet weather. Staring up at the sky as the rain fell around you, your hair and clothes getting drenched within seconds, but you would hold no care in the world. You’d throw your arms out and laugh in delight, the warm smile placed upon your lips.

The memories urged you to pull out your phone and begin typing.

"Anyone want to dance?" Read the message you’d sent to the F1 drivers chat. Your phone went off instantly, everyone on their phones to distract from the dreary weather.

Swiping through the responses many declined the offer, saying you would get a cold or they didn’t want to get wet, some saying it was silly to want to dance at all. Amongst the messages you almost missed it.

"I’ll dance with you"

Your face lit up at the agreement and you were racing off to the garage next door before he could give it a second thought.

It took you seconds to reach the neighbouring garage, finding a figure standing cautiously in the doorway. They had a raincoat wrapped tightly around them, the hood over their head as they tried to keep warm, but from the small gap left, you could see Charles’ warm expression looking back at you. You smiled, eyes sparkling with excitement as you hurried forward, taking hold of Charles’ hand and dragging him out of the garage.

You both now stood in the middle of the pit lane, rain pouring down heavily over you as you threw your arms out and spun with a joyful laugh. Charles watched you for a moment, admiring your childlike wonder as you spun, your head thrown back as your clothes quickly became drenched. You spotted Charles staring at you, unmoving, and you reached out your hands, offering them to him. Charles looked down at your hands, then back up to meet your eyes. You held an encouraging expression on your face, urging him to take hold of your hands. And that’s exactly what he did. Once you held his hands in yours, you spun around a few times just like before. Allowing a playful air to fall over the two of you as you danced about.

You occasionally met Charles' eyes and saw the same spark you knew was in your eyes. The two of you were lost in your own world, ignoring the odd glances from onlookers and laughing loudly with one another.

You were unsure how much time had passed as the two of you continued to dance, but you stopped for a moment when you caught sight of Charles. His lips were spread into a wide grin, eyes closed and crinkled at the edges with happiness. He had since removed the hood of his coat, letting drops of rain hit his face as he tilted his head back.

Taking the few steps towards him, you found yourself resting your hands on his cheeks as you tilted his head back down, his face close to yours as his eyes gently opened. Before you could begin questioning your actions, you kissed him.

Your lips met gently, almost cautiously, but full of certainty, making Charles close his eyes once more as his hands immediately found your waist, pulling you closer. The rain continued to fall around you, covering you both in a chill that neither dared to take notice of. After a few moments, you pulled away, leaving Charles with the same wide grin he had before you kissed him.

"What was that for?" Charles whispered, hands lying gently on your waist.

You shrugged, a smile gracing your lips as you answered.

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