damas y caballeros, welcome to hot laps | cs55
in which she somehow answers questions while hurtling down a track
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"damas y caballeros, estamos aquí con la hermosa, intelig-" ladies and gentlemen, we are here with the beautiful, intelli-
"es solamente yo. cálmate." it's only me. calm down.
"estamos aquí con mi novia," carlos smiled cheekily, noting the redness that appeared on her cheeks. "¿cómo te sientes?" we're here with my girlfriend. how do you feel?
"pues-" well-
"in english, please." a voice comes through a radio somewhere in the car.
"well," she continues, this time in english. "i'm somehow nervous and excited at the same time. you?"
"i feel like you're going to scream a lot."
"ay dios mío." oh my god.
carlos winks at the camera before patting her thigh softly. after getting confirmation from the engineer on the track, he steps on the accelerator and the two begin to speed down the straight. instinctively she grabs the door handle and grasps at his arm. once she realizes that grabbing the arm of the person who's driving is probably a bad idea, she settles for gripping the hem of his shirt in her fist.
"they told me to ask you questions as we drive," carlos informs her, glancing at her quickly before focusing on the track in front of him. "so, when you ran into me at a real madrid game, did you ever imagine you'd be racing around an f1 track?"
"no, i didn't," she half yells, half screams as carlos accelerates out of a corner. "i didn't recognize you at first!"
kind fahd international stadium, riyadh, saudi arabia, january 2022
she screamed the loudest that she had ever screamed in her life that day. once when luka modrić put a beautiful goal in the back of the net. again when karim benzema scored a penalty kick to bring real madrid to victory again.
she screamed, hugged random people who happened to be wearing the right jersey, drank a few too many beers, and tripped a few times.
"oh, disculpe," she stammered, righting herself and then smiling up at the man she had fallen into. he had caught her, and they were now locked in an odd half-embrace. oh, excuse me
"no te preocupes," the man smiled. it was one of those big smiles that made her realize that he was exuding the same excitement she was feeling. "es la emoción." it's the excitement
she didn't realize he was her father's favorite f1 driver until they had almost made it back to her hotel. he had gallantly offered to escort her, insisting that a woman shouldn't walk alone at night. as they waited for a crossing light to turn green, she began to study his features. there was something familiar about him, something she couldn't quite place.
"mierda. eres-" fuck. you are-
"tomaste mucho tiempo para darte cuenta," he chuckled softly, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking down at her. you took a lot of time to realize
"we talked for twenty minutes until you realized it was me!" carlos reached across to grab her waist around one especially tight corner so she wouldn't crash into the door. "i thought that you didn't know f1."
"it was the beer," she defended. "my thoughts were muddled."
"sure."
"calláte. it's my turn now," she grinned at him. "what’s the first thing you thought when you saw me for the first time? don't lie!"
"the very first thing?" carlos laughed. "i thought 'wow, she's a really cute drunk!'"
kind fahd international stadium, riyadh, saudi arabia, january 2022
carlos looked at the small girl in front of him. she was tripping over her own feet apologizing for her clumsiness. her spanish was distinctly andalusian, as was her strong nose and full lips.
"what's more scary—this lap, or the time I lost my passport right before a race weekend?"
"so mi amor, did you like this or would you rather have been eating paella in hospitality with mamá?"
"definitely paella," she put her hands on her hips, chest still heaving. "that was the best and worst thing i've ever done."
"do you feel better about my regular driving now?"
"no!"
mona speaks:
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i'm baaaaaaaaack!!
long hiatus -- for that i am sorry. please enjoy this and know that i am working on some more stuff!
