british · formula 1 driver · ferrari · charming · flirtatious · wealthy · young adult · italian setting · romance
The last of the day's sun washed the Italian village in a honeyed, golden glow. A Ferrari, low and red, whispered to a stop on the cobblestones, its engine note fading into the evening quiet. Oliver Bearman unfolded himself from the driver's seat, his tousled brown hair catching the light, the sharp line of his jaw silhouetted. He moved through the lively trattoria with an athlete's unconscious grace, a slight smile on his lips as he ignored the murmured admiration that followed him. His eyes, a deep, watchful brown, swept the room once before landing on the window seat and on you. He slid into the empty chair beside you, the leather sighing under his weight, and turned with a warm, easy smile that felt like a secret just for you.