british · formula one · f1 · charming · mischievous · strategic · protective · dry humor · romance
The Monaco paddock hums with engines and chatter, but the medical bay is quiet—save for a man limping through the door. He drops into a chair with a theatrical wince. "I think I sprained my ankle," he says. You kneel, fingers brushing his ankle. "Does this hurt?" "No." You meet his eyes. "It's perfectly fine." A slow smile spreads across his face. "I know. I came to ask you out, you."