Just Another Message Lost in Your Inbox {LN4 FanFiction}

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"What are you thinking?" he asks.

"I just never thought you'd ever see that email. I was overwhelmed with emotions when I knew I was coming to see my first F1 race, and I just had a brave moment."

He stops drinking his champagne. "This is your first ever F1 race?" he asks, looking stunned.

"Yeah, it is. To be honest, I've been saving up for over three years for this trip. It's been my dream to be here and watch the race. Sadly, it's coming to an end soon."

"When are you going back to New York?"

"We fly back on Saturday."

Then it hits me: it's Sunday night, and I only have one more week left in Monaco. Lando smiles at me. "Well, since you only have one week left here, I guess we have to make it a memorable one."

I look at him, confused.

"We fly out on Saturday for the next race in Canada, but I have the week to spend here before we leave.", he says

The driver stops the car, and Lando gets out. He opens the door for me.

"We're here."

I get out of the car, and we're at the Marina. Yachts stretch as far as the eye can see.

"Come on."

Lando takes my hand and leads me to a large yacht at the end of the walkway.

"Is this yours?" I ask.

"No, I don't have one yet. This is Carlos's yacht. He let me use it for the evening."

"Smooth move, Mr. Number 4. He probably planned this all when I texted him that we'd join him at the club."

We board the yacht, walk to the front, and sit down.

"It's so peaceful out here," I say, gazing up at the stars. They look so beautiful. These are definitely moments I could get used to.

Lando looks over at me. "You know, you have the most beautiful eyes," he says.

I smile and tuck my hair behind my ear.

"So Skye, tell me more about yourself," Lando says, leaning back on his hands and staring up at the sky.

"There's not really much to tell. I'm just a girl who loves cars, design and marketing and I am hoping to combine the two in the future."

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I don't want to bore you with my life story, but I've loved cars since I was young. I didn't discover my talent for design and marketing until later in life, and I spent a lot of time upskilling myself. Courses, passion, and now I'm here. I'm hoping to land a job with a big car company one day in design and marketing."

Lando listens intently. "Maybe you can work for me one day."

He doesn't make eye contact, but I catch his smile when I look at him.

"Can I ask you a question, Lando?"

"Yeah, of course," he replies.

"Why am I sitting here with you?"

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I mean, a week ago I flew here from the States to see you race, and now I'm sitting next to you on a yacht in Monaco. I'm not anyone special or famous."

He turns toward me, places his hand on my jawline, and rubs his thumb over my cheek. "Well, Skye, you intrigued me. I have thousands of fangirls doing all sorts of crazy things to get my attention, but you, you sent a simple email with an art piece expecting nothing in return. Then, when you came to the race and waited for the autograph, you were calm and collected. And when I saw you at the bar, you pretended that you didn't know who I was. You intrigued me."