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her the senior f1 journalist that he keeps avoiding
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"Just a sweet and nice guy who loves ice cream and running."
"You'll regret saying he's just a nice and...
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➥@biancs: this is so unfair
➥@ateange: in what possible way is this unfair?
➥@olls: because when we get you to go on a morning run you barely wake up but when it's max you are up to see the sunrise
➥@pastry:sorry hindi kayo si max emillian verstapen e (
Translation: "sorry you guys aren't max verstappen")
➥@lavenderlars: so this is where you guys were
➥@ateange: oops lol
It was unusual and a miracle for Angel to be up and walking around even before the sun rises. It wasn't like she hated the mornings, she just enjoyed laying in bed when she wakes up.
Just laying there and thinking about what happened the day before. She was supposed to do that.
Just lay in bed as she thought of what had happened the past few days. But then again, someone was knocking on her door again.
Not expecting Max to be the one to be there. She was stunned, which made him laugh. It was nice to hear him laugh again. It's been a couple days after the whole articles happened.
Ever since then, Max could not got a day without being with Angel. Even if that meant flying to Austin with her. Offering her a ride on his plane.
It was like, he wouldn't be able to get through a few steps without her. That was bad, bad for him. Being dependent and he knew that. But he also did some thinking.
Angel has seen his vulnerable side and he wanted to be as honest as he could. He has cried and broken down in front of her so why not just tell her the truth.
So, there they were. Max had brought the girl to the track where they could watch the sunrise together. He had prepared himself on whatever reaction Angel would have.
But after a few days of thinking, he was ready to face whatever would happen. Hopefully it wouldn't go south.
As the two sat there in silence, Max was hyping himself up. Although his thoughts were interrupted when she spoke.
"You know I love yellow." she randomly said. He looked at her, she was watching the sun rise. She smiled as she felt the warmth hit her skin. She looked angelic, sounds ironic but it is the truth.
"Yellow..." he muttered. She hummed and looked at him, she smiled and motioned to the rising sun. "There are so many yellow things in the world. Bumblebees, bananas, honey, corn, egg yolks, autumn leaves, sunflowers, tulips, the sunrise..." she trailed.
But as she watched the rising sun, Max was looking at her. How did he come across someone so patient, precious, and powerful. She was someone that caught his eyes the first moment she made an appearance at the paddock in Bahrain.
Despite wearing a white dress, she still stood out. Maybe it was her smile, her dimples, her eyes, or her voice. But she caught his attention, it was as if she was bright. Bright as- "Yellow." he said.
She turned to him confused, "Huh?" she asked. He smiled, "You are yellow." he whispered as he pulled out something from inside the pocket of his hoodie.
Grabbing her hand, he placed the newly made crochet tulip bracelet. But this time it was yellow tulips.
She gasped as he clasped the bracelet around her wrist. "It's not perfect as the first one. Given that one was bought, I tried my best. From all the trial and error, I ran out of white yarn, but yellow is fitting right?" he asked.
Max looked at her. She was already looking at him. Realization in her eyes making him chuckle.
"It was you." she said. He smiled and nodded, "It was." he said. Angel let out a breath and furrowed her eyebrows.
He waited, she was composing herself and her thoughts. Her heart was beating way faster that she anticipated. She didn't know what to say or react.
It was like Max knew, he grabbed her hands, making her look at him. "Emi..." she whispered. He hummed, "You're right. Yellow is everywhere, because you were around me all the time. And I always felt warm when you were.
"I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner. But you are so yellow it makes it difficult to not see you. And I always have." he said.
Angel didn't know what to say, she wrapped her arms around him making him smile. "You are so yellow, I will never not see you. Thank you for seeing me too." he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
She didn't have to say anything. Max can wait. She deserved to know how much she affected him. How much she was too him. How much she meant to him.
