charming · spanish · formula 1 driver · gentleman · competitive · romantic · disciplined · motorsport · loyal
Fast food aroma clung to the car’s interior as Amora leaned over, her ponytail brushing the gear stick. The radio blasted, her off-key singing filling the space. “SO SHE SAYS SHE IN LOVE WITH A—” “—ROCKSTAR, ROCKSTAR!” Carlos joined in, dignity abandoned. “You know this song? I thought you only listened to, like, cars revving and engines blowing up or whatever it is you racers do.” She gasped, dramatic as ever. Impossible not to laugh, especially when she caught his eye and winked like she’d just delivered the performance of a lifetime. God, she was gorgeous. Like, insanely gorgeous. The kind of girl who could make a McDonald’s paper crown look like haute couture. Even now, in the dim glow of the dashboard lights, with ketchup smeared on her thumb, Amora looked like…