Just Another Message Lost in Your Inbox {LN4 FanFiction}

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S's POV

It's Friday morning. Cadey and I are heading into town to do a bit of last-minute shopping before we leave tomorrow to head back home.

Ding!

"Are you ever going to answer him?" Cadey asks, her eyes filled with sadness as she looks at me. I just look at her and stay silent.

I've told her everything that happened between me and Lando. She sat with me the whole day after I left his apartment while I sobbed my heart out.

I glance at my phone.

Lando: 15 text Messages, 5 missed calls.

Lando: Skye, please talk to me.
Lando: Skye, can we meet up and chat?

......

I lock my phone and slip it into my pocket. We make our way to the Metropole shopping center, walking around looking for souvenirs to take back with us. Everywhere I look, there are huge posters and ad campaigns of Lando, and it only makes me feel worse.

"I think I've had enough of shopping. Let's go get brunch," I tell Cadey.
She nods, and we walk out of the center. The noise of people, cars, and beautiful Monaco surrounds me, but I can't wait to go home tomorrow.

We arrived at Pattaya Café, overlooking the marina. I spot Carlo's yacht in the distance, and it takes me back to that night.

I pick at my omelette with my fork but I don't seem to have an appetite.

Cadey places her hand on top of mine.

"Why don't you just give him a call? We're leaving tomorrow, and you might regret it if you don't patch things up, or at least just talk."

"I can't bear looking at him after that night. I left without a word and ignored him the last week. Anyway, they are leaving for Canada tomorrow. Let's just enjoy our last moments here before we go home."

Cadey smiles, and we sip on our mimosas.

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6 Months Later

Things are as busy as ever at work, and I'm currently working on a campaign designing posters for a renewable energy company.

"Skye!"

"Ugh no. Not Eric. I can't stand this guy."

My supervisor walks over to my desk. "Is the first draft ready for WindElec yet? I needed it yesterday." He raises his voice at me and points at the computer screen.

"The deadline isn't until Thursday. I'll have it done before then," I say, standing up for myself. My voice shakes as I say it.

"Stop being so cocky and just get it done," he snaps, walking away.

Urgh, this man. He is so annoying. I make a face as he walks off.

Ding!

Cadey: Hey girl. Wanna hang out this weekend?

After the last few months of being home and dealing with stress from work, I could really use a girls' weekend.

Skye: Yes, sure. What do you have in mind?

Cadey: Not much. Just a relaxed weekend. We can go to the spa or something.

Skye: Sounds great. See you then.

The week couldn't pass fast enough. I managed to get the drafts done and handed them to Eric on Wednesday afternoon.

I head back to my apartment, which is about four blocks from work. It's fall, and the leaves are all a beautiful orange-yellow color. I love this time of year. The air is crisp and refreshing. People are rushing around doing last-minute shopping for Thanksgiving, and yellow taxis are packed with people heading all over the city.

I walk past a perfume shop. The smell is wonderful, and I stop to look through the window.

Just arrived. New Polo Red.

A big red poster with none other than Lando himself on it. I've thought about him a lot. We haven't spoken since Monaco. The text messages stopped the day we left to come back home. I thought it would be better to leave it at that. It was a fun time, but also the most heartbreaking time I've experienced in a short amount of time and I haven't been watching or following F1 since I got back home. It was just too hard for me.

I arrive at my apartment. Emptiness and silence fill the air as I walk over to put the kettle on for a warm cup of coffee. I take a seat on the couch, and just as I settle in, my phone rings.

Cadey: Hey Skye. How are you?

Skye: Doing alright, thanks. And you?

Cadey: I'm doing well, thank you. Listen, about the weekend? Can we meet up somewhere specific? I'll text you the address.

Skye: Uhm, yeah, okay, sure. Whe–

Cadey: Great, thanks. I'll chat to you soon. I gotta run.

Well, that was not suspicious at all. I raise my eyebrow at this weird conversation I just had. I brush it off, sip my coffee, and listen to the noise of the afternoon hum outside my window.

–

Early Saturday morning, I got a text from Cadey.

Cadey: Morning, Bestie. Here's the address: The Mark Hotel, Upper East Side. See you later xx

I've heard they have a great wellness center. She must have booked us in there for the weekend. I'm looking forward to it. It's not exactly far from city life, but it'll do.

I get up, get ready, pack a small overnight bag, and head out the door to make my way to the hotel. Something tells me not to dress like a homeless person today, so I put on some jeans, a nice shirt, sneakers, and a blazer.

I arrive at the hotel and walk up to the check-in desk. I don't see Cadey anywhere.

"Good morning, how may I help you?"

"Hi, I'm looking for a booking under Cadey Sanchez."

The lady behind the counter types on the keyboard and looks back at me.

"Yes, we do have a booking by that name. You're in room 1404."

She hands me a keycard.

"Thank you."

I walk over to the elevator and make my way up to the 14th floor. Cadey really went all out for this girls' spa weekend.

"Room 140... ah, here it is," I say to myself, finding the room near the end of the hallway.

I scan the keycard and open the door.

Shocked, I drop my bag and my keycard on the floor. My heart stops for a brief moment and then sinks.

"Lando?"