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[47] - [Daniel Ricciardo]

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47. "I can't keep this conversation going if you don't put on a shirt!".

It was your first week in Monte Carlo. You just moved in as your study was continuing here in September. You were still busy unpacking some things, getting your apartment like you wanted it to be. You were busy painting one of the walls, your radio playing softly in the background. You already learned that your neighbours were mostly out of the building, as some of them existed of F1 drivers or other athletes. However you were clearly living next to one who admired to let everyone know that he's home for a couple days. Even though you had your own music on, his was blasting over yours and it was clearly audible from inside of your apartment. You decided to not mind it and block it out, continuing to paint the walls. You were dressed in some shorts and a cropped top to create as less damage to your clothes as possible, however the paint stains were still everywhere.

You were getty sweaty and you were tired from painting the whole day and you continued to be bothered by your neighbors loud music. You groaned in frustration, getting up from the floor and dropping your brush on the piece of newspaper on the floor. You wiped your hands before storming out to the hallway and you knocked on his door. He didn't open the first time, but when you banged your fist another time on his door, he finally opened. "Hey?". Oh. You took a small step back when you looked up at his shirtless, sweaty body. "Hey. Your music is very loud". You managed to say, crossing your arms over your chest. Daniel looked at your petite figure, covered by paint stains, your cheeks hot and forehead sweaty. "It's not that loud". He shrugged. "I'm almost done working out". Daniel replied. "It was that loud. I couldn't hear my own radio anymore". Your said now and you swallowed hard when he reached his hand above his head to lean his elbow against the door, his biceps bulging up.

"Like I said, I'm almost done working out, if it bothers you, you can stay and watch till I'm done". Daniel said, his lips curling up into a grin. Your lips parted to say something, but you bit your tongue. "Cat got your tongue?". Daniel's eyebrows rose. "N-no, I just....- Look, I can't keep this conversation going if you don't put on a shirt!". You called out and it caused him to laugh. "I was just kidding, love". Daniel grinned and your cheeks felt even more hot. "I'll turn the music down, do you want to come in for a bit?". He asked and you were surprised by his offer. "I thought you needed to finish your workout?". You replied. "I workout enough". Daniel said. "You just moved in, didn't you?". He asked while he walked away from the door and you took it as a sign to come in and close the door. You followed him into the kitchen. "I moved in last weekend". You informed him. "I see, I was in Barcelona". He said. "I know". You said with a gentle smile.