F1 One Shots - Requests Closed

Anthoine Hubert- Señorita

I don't want to write about Anthoine's death so here's one about him alive instead, but in like a memory form. So it alludes to him being gone but he's alive in the memory.

I love it when you call me señorita

I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya

But every touch is ooh la la la

It's true, la la la

Ooh, I should be running

Ooh, you keep me coming for you

Valentina worked in a small café in Miami after moving from Spain a year before, right next to a huge nightclub with a beach behind it. Usually they didn't get many customers as where the café was situated prevented that, nobody really wants to eat at a café with their kids right beside a nightclub.

But that day was different, a small group of four walked in, late in the afternoon, obviously planning on heading to the nightclub a little later. 

She couldn't help but gaze at them as they mumbled in French. Her eyes drawn to the quietest one, who wore glasses and would only speak up every so often. 

She headed to the table, her accent strong as she asked them what they wanted. 

"I'll have a coffee and chocolate cake please?" The one with the glasses asked, his smile faint as she nodded. 

She put in the order with the chef who worked with her at the time. Going back out into the shop, in the unlikely event anybody else walked in.

The boy was looking at her again, his dark brown eyes analysing her. She couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable under his gaze but as their story developed she began to love when he looked at her the way he did that day.

He only mustered up the courage to properly talk to her as he came up to pay.

"This may seem strange but you're really beautiful and I was wondering if you wanted to come to the club with us later?" he asked nervously. She loved when he played with his thumb unconsciously when he was nervous, he did it in this situation and this was the first time she noticed it. 

"I'd love to get to know you, so sure," she said.

"I'm Anthoine," he smiled, a smile she'd never forget.

"I'm Valentina," she smiled back, a smile he'd grown to love.

"Ok, can I get your number?" He asked, handing her his phone. She put her number in and handed him back the phone. 

Land in Miami

The air was hot from summer rain

Sweat dripping off me

Before I even knew her name, la la la

It felt like ooh la la la

Later that night he called, asking her if she was ready and wanted to meet him somewhere. She had been ready for half an hour. He'd been ready for an hour but couldn't find the courage to call, she found that out later. 

They met at the café, his friends standing and waiting too. 

She greeted them all as they introduced themselves.

Charles, Pierre and Esteban.

They waltzed into the club, Anthoine and Valentina loosely joining their arms.