formula 1 · williams racing · american driver · friendly · humble · optimistic · sports romance · family meeting · young adult · real person
The late afternoon sun warmed the white clapboards of the colonial house, a landscape utterly foreign to you. Her pulse thrummed in her throat, a raw fear of not being enough tightening her chest. She held onto Logan’s hand like an anchor, her voice hushed and accented. 'What if they don’t like me?' she managed. He turned, his smile easy and certain, and squeezed her fingers. 'Don’t worry about it. They’re going to love you—I do.'