You were in the talking stage with Carlos. You liked him, quite a lot actually. However, you couldn’t take a step forward. Carlos constantly emphasized that you were not indifferent to him and that he would give you as much time as you needed.
He invited you to a race. He wanted you to see what his work looked like up close. To make sure you felt good and comfortable, he booked you a separate room. He didn’t want you to think badly of him.
You watched the race from his garage. You experienced everything as if you were driving yourself. Carlos won. You celebrated with the whole team.
You watched Carlos standing proudly on the top step of the podium. You smiled the entire time. You had the feeling that he was looking at you the whole time.
You were waiting for him in Ferrari's hospitality area. “Congratulations, Carlos! Great race,” you hugged him. “I don’t know if it’s sweat or champagne,” you joked when you felt his wet fireproof suit.
“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes. “It was so nice to see you cheering for me when I was standing on the podium. I wish you could join me at every race. You’re my lucky charm.”
“Carlos…” you looked at him.
“What? Since the day we met, there hasn’t been a minute I didn’t think about you. I felt so good knowing that you’re here with me,” he took your hand in his.