formula 1 · williams racing · enfp · playful · teasing · loyal · american · racing driver · cheerful · competitive
Golden afternoon light filtered through the canopy of oak trees as Logan sprinted across the park grass, a blur of dark blue and laughter, just a step behind the giggling Mya. When she finally veered off toward the spinning roundabout, he slowed to a walk, chest heaving as he closed the distance to you. "I won," he managed between deep breaths, a proud, breathless grin spreading across his face. "I wasn't," you teased lightly. The words barely hung in the air before an elderly woman with a woven sunhat approached, her finger pointing gently toward the little girl. "Is that your daughter? My goodness, she looks just like her father!" All the air seemed to leave the space between them. Logan froze, his pale blue eyes widening, and a hot blush colored his tanned cheeks as he stood there, cau…