From Deep End to Surface and Everything In Between (Sebastian Vettel FanFic)

Glorious 30th

'Thank you.' Scar smiled when the glasses met halfway in the air. Her eyes travelled towards the German next to her, already staring her with an unreadable look on his face. She wished the day was everything she had ever hoped for, and more.

The day was more than Scar imagined. The constant waves of laughter, existing race, drinks, dinner... you know it. She had enjoyed it, whole-heartedly. Later in the evening, Emily was leading the pair along the streets of Monza, Scar blindfolded. She was nervous. 'Where are we going?'

'We're almost there. Watch your step.' Scar heard how they entered a space that boomed with music. Scar heard crumbling around her until out of the blue, the blindfold was taken out. 'SURPRISE!' Scar blinked for a moment until her eyes adjusted to the sight in front of her.

'You're kidding, Emily'?!, Scar screamed in awestruck when her eyes waltzed around the club, white, blue and red spotlights playing on the surfaces. 'This is for us for the evening. I may have invited some VIPs here...', Emily trailed off and handed a glass of bubbly to her. 'You only celebrate 30th once, love. Better to make it memorable.' Emily winked and cheered with her drink before she took a sip. 'Right. Let's do rounds. Some of your swimming buddies may be here also.'

Scar had met many new people from the F1 circles during the weekend, and most of the attendees were from the Grand Prix: Emily's friends, contacts, drivers, media people and staff from teams. The drink flooded steady flow, Scar always had a fresh one in her hand by the time the glass was empty or nearly empty. Everything was glitz and glam. She hadn't spotted her friends from the vast crowd, but she wasn't bothered. Parties were usually the last place where they were seen, as they were back in the training season, meaning they rarely had time to go clubbing.

'Right doy', Emily yelled over the music. 'Let's hit to the dance floor.' She waved towards the dance floor, and Scar nodded before following her to the pointed direction. Closing her eyes, she let the music suck in her, and her body began to move along the beat. She was tipsy, relaxed enough to let go and let the music take where the wind blew. They stayed on the dance floor for a long time. People came and went, but the group remained large enough for her to slip away to catch her break and enjoy a moment by herself.

She found a spot from a terrace that was surprisingly empty. She sighed when her elbows hit against the cool railing of the balcony rail. She breached happily, sinking the night sky above her, barely seeing the bright stars. She twirled her glass, in-between her fingers, gaze locked up to the sky.

'Are you thinking of ways to grow wings?' She heard a sarcastic comment next to her, snapping her gaze towards the source. Seb stood in close distance from her, looking at her piercingly. 'Oh, it's you. Never mind then', she murmured and withdrew her eyes towards the sky. She felt Seb moving beside her. 'What are you -' She ended the sentence when Seb's face was within inches from hers. Scar gasped when his lips landed on her cheek, sending ovation through her body, to her utter shock. The questionable look remained on her face when she gazed at him. He smirked.

'Happy Birthday, the sweetest Scarlette.' By the end of his sentence, she huffed and wanted to throw up to his overly sweet words. 'Why are you here?' She questioned. 'You don't even like me.' She covered her lips with her hand and cursed the drinking as her filter disappeared. She eased out slightly when Seb laughed and shook his head, looking amused, his eyes shimmering of joy. 'Ah, the natural truth serum - alcohol', he smirked and avoided her question. She rolled her eyes, irritation passion through her. 'Well, aren't you funny?'

'Thank you', he beamed, and Scar also realised he wasn't as sober as he first appeared. 'You didn't answer my question.'

'It was a statement. Emily invited me, I came. Simple. Also, I don't hate you. Quite the opposite.' The last words were mumbled, and Scar thought she heard wrong. 'You don't hate me?' She voice was full of wonder, and their gaze met, him shaking his head lightly, eyes transfixed. 'Of course not. I'm not the biggest fan of your husband. He -' he paused hesitantly before Seb continued: 'He gives bad vibes.'