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She rushed to the Red Bull garage with a thick bundle of papers in her hand only to strongly bump into one and only, du-du-du-ru, Max Verstappen. “I am sorry,” he chuckles as he helps her pick up the paper
“No, I am sorry,” she says as she hastily collects all the papers from the ground. His eyes landed on her necklace, “Your necklace is pretty.” Her fingers lightly brush the small necklace as she says a small “thank you,” and both of them leaves in rush.
In fact, the whole paddock was in rush. Thursdays are busy for the drivers, the PRs and her, the media.
Drivers had lined up for their interviews for each channel one by one. She had papers filled up with questions to ask for each of the drivers.
By the time the last driver, Max Verstappen arrived, she was exhausted, and so was he, asking and answering all these questions, mostly repetitive or silly.
She sighed in relief when the camera turned off and she could breathe. She was about to leave when Max brushed her shoulders lightly, making her turn around. “You’re not wearing you necklace?” He asks, pointing to his neck. She placed her hand on her collarbones to check for her necklace but didn’t felt it’s presence.
“It must have fell off when I bumped-” “Me,” he completed her sentence, “I am so sorry.”
“No-no-no, it’s clasp was already so loose,” she waves her hand, giving him assurance, “must have slipped off. I should go and check there.”
“I should help you search for it,” “You don’t have to, really,” “Oh, please let me help, you probably lost it in the red bull garage.” She shook her head, “You have a point.”
“Gosh, can’t find it!” She groaned, stepping up on the curb when she disbalanced, twisting her ankle. She was about to hit the ground when Max rushes to her side, “Whoa,” he immediately caught her and scooped her up his arms. She winced in pain.
“Are you fine?” She gritted her teeth, nodding slowly. “You’re not walking on that,” “Wait— you don’t have to—” she argues but Max tightened his grip around her. “I know I don’t have to,” he smirked. A wave of crimson washed over her face. She didn’t knew if it was from embarrassment or the way his arms felt around her.
Ten minutes later, she was sitting on a chair with leg propped on a chair, ice wrapped around her ankle. Yuki was hearing her talk through the sequence of events. “Are you fine now?” He asked.
“Yeah. But I lost my necklace.”
“Oh,” he says, giving, “Don’t worry, it was just a necklace. The important thing is you are fine.”
Her shoulders slumped, “It’s just…it was given by my mom.” Just then, Max entered.
“Hey Max,” Yuki spoke to him. Max waves at him and stands awkwardly. He rubs the back of his neck and spoke, “Yuki? Umm… Christian was looking for you.” "Take care," Yuki says to you and leaves.
“Where were you?” She asked. Max puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out her necklace. “Went looking for this.”
“Omg Max, you found it!” She exclaimed with a bright smile on her face. Seeing her happiness, Max chuckles and hand her the necklace.
“Thank you so much,” she chimed and take it from him. “You’re welcome. By the way, how’s your ankle?” “Much better than before.” They both look down on her ankle which was a little swollen from the sprain.
“Can you walk?” He asks. She nods slowly and tries standing up, limping lightly as she walks. He immediately rushes to her side. “I should drop you to hotel.”
“No Max, I can-” “No, you’re not going alone. I will make sure to drop you by entrance.”
“But-” “No buts, you aren’t going by yourself like this, not on my watch.”
He stops his car in front of her hotel. “How is it now?” He asks pointing to her ankle. “It’s a lot better than before. Thanks Max, you helped me so much,” she spoke unbuckling her seatbelt. “Take care,” he says. She comes out of his car and closes the door, “good night, Max.” He greets her ‘good night.’
Just when she is walking away, Max calls her name. She turns to see him rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks flushed, “I was wondering if…” he hesitates, the crimson washing over his cheeks, “you want to grab coffee tomorrow morning.” She smiles brightly, “Of course Max.” “Great then. See you tomorrow morning, good night.” She waves him, “See you, good night!” She chimes brightly as she slowly walks into hotel. Max drives away, with a big smile on his face.
