F1, F2 & F3 : Finished

• Marcus A •

✨ the_horsey_one ✨

I looked over at Marcus in the taxi who was slowly breaking into an excited grin as signs for the circuit began to appear through the trees and eventually the circuit itself rolled into view, causing the driver to pull to the side of the road. Marcus gave the driver some notes and excitedly got out, I quickly followed suit and gasped as he clutched my hand and began to run through the gate of the karting track and pulled me right to the main desk. We signed in and had to watch a small safety video before they gave us some racing overalls.

"This will be a terrible date for you love because I'll just beat you every single time!"

Marcus cooed rather smugly, his strong accent dripping off every word,

"You could go easy?"

"...no."

I giggled at his response and settled into the kart, clicking the visor down on my helmet. Marcus has brought his usual racing helmet and proudly put it on before getting in the car next to me.

This karting date concluded our 16th month anniversary, a bit of a strange anniversary to celebrate but Marcus loved keeping up to date with it every single month; making sure we had a special day or night every month on the date we got together. Marcus had suggested karting in Italy as he was here for a couple of weeks to spend some time testing for next season with Prema. We began to go round the circuit, Marcus with a more confident pace than me naturally took the lead and aggressively took the corners with a fierce speed that made my stomach turn a little. I was gaining more confidence and wanted to prove to him that I had a mild talent in his area of expertise and slowly pushed down on the throttle more. Marcus was coming into my view more clearly and as I was about to pull alongside him he jolted to the left, blocking me quickly, so quickly I didn't have chance to respond and slammed into the back of his kart, sending both of us sliding across the track. He shot me a smirk before zooming off. We completed as many laps as we could in the time we had paid for, sliding and slipping all over the track.

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We eventually were called in and pulled up in the karts and hopped out. Marcus whipped his helmet off with ease and jogged over to help me pull mine off. By doing so he also brought up all my hair which then flopped over my face in a fluffy mess. He giggled to which I also responded with a little laugh,

"What?" He questioned shyly,

"Your giggle, it was sweet and your total disrespect for my hair, it took two hours today!"

"I know I had to sit and wait!" He shot back with an amused grin,

I stuck my tongue out at him and began patting my hair down in the hopes it would look presentable for when we out to lunch later.

I heard a laugh and turned to see Marcus grinning,

"What?" Mimicking him before to which he answered with a smile before continuing,

"Your hair is super fluffy, your face is red from the helmet, you look adorable in that racing suit and you are absolutely shit at karting... but I love you so it's okay!" With that he burst out laughing, I was originally going to scold him on his slightly harsh comments but his sweet New Zealand laugh began to ring out in my ears and I couldn't help but laugh along,

"What are you laughing at?" He questioned,

"Your laugh, its making me laugh. it's too cute."

"Oh, you just called me cute!" He gasped and pretended to be shocked and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his body and pressed a sweet gentle kiss to the top of my head.