Formula 1 One Shots

(LH) - "Don't you know who I am?" "Yeah, I just don't care."

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I walk into my favourite bar, it's already dark outside, I'm later than usual. A group of men crowed around my fixed seat. I push my body through small spaces between the hot bodies of those men, just to find a tinted man sitting on my stool.

"Excuse me, that's my seat," I say to him touching his shoulder for his attention.

"Does it have your name on it?" He laughs, turning around to face me.

"Actually it does, under the seat. Let me show you." He stands up and bows down to look under the seat, I rapidly take my place on the stool. I laugh: "Stupid head."

"You played me!" He exclaims in disbelieve. I study his face, the dark brown eyes sparkle in the dim light and hair almost as brown as the floor, then it hits me. This is Lewis Hamilton, 5 times Formula 1 champion, celebrating in my favourite bar! Oops. "Don't you know who I am?"

"Yeah, I just don't care."

"What do you mean you don't care?" He answers cocky.

"I think you're a bad racer." I shocked him.

"Why? Why do you think that? I just got my 5th Championship..." He stutters shifting his weight between his two feet.

"Yeah got yeah! That's the problem. I get it it's all loads of work, but you're given the most perfect car, perfect team, best teammate you could ever wish. Everything works out perfectly. Just one DNF this season. I mean, p1 and a 4-second gap in the first 3 laps is boring as hell. It just never looked like you really had to fight for your wins. Every time Max came the tiniest bit closer you panicked. But never a mistake, it looks like you have autopilot on your car... I don't think you have it in you to win a championship if everyone had the same pace as you. I mean, I just don't like your driving style in that car, actually, I never liked your driving style." I finish with a smile and order a drink.

"And you have to dislike me in a whole?" He sounds offended. Placing his hand on his chest in a joking way.

"I don't dislike you, I dislike you on the track. I know too little about your personality to judge." I look back to him, his eyes starring back at me.

"Then, let me make you like me." He leans closer to my face, a dorky grin appearing on his face, his eyes never looked away from my body.

"Sure, shoot." I raise my glass to him and take a sip of it and smile to him. "Just know, I'm not a gold digger."

"I was never afraid of that. How about we go and find someplace more private?"

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