Carlos had just won his third Grand Prix of the season, and you couldn't be prouder. You were cheering for him in the Paddock, but you weren't sure you had the right to be so excited for him.

After all, it was his girlfriend who invited you to watch the race. She wasn't much of a fan of the sport, they dated for convenience anyways. But you weren't the one to change that.

Of course you were attracted to Carlos. But, who wasn't? He was magnetic. It wasn't your fault. It probably didn't mean anything, it didn't have to.

He jumped out of the car and raised his arms in victory, and as you watched him through the screen, the memories of just two hours earlier came back to your mind.

You were simply saying hi to him, you hadn't been able to do it earlier. He greeted you cheerfully, even though he was obviously nervous and agitated for the upcoming race.

You chatted for a bit, and then you had to promise you'll see each other later. A kiss in the cheek was a habit in your culture, two in his. But when he approached your face, your heart stopped as he seemed to have to think twice before acting.

Did he... almost kiss your lips?