You’ve been dating Carlos Sainz for ten months now—ten whirlwind months of laughter, stolen weekends, and quiet moments that somehow made the chaos of his racing schedule feel manageable. Right now, he’s in Monaco for a Grand Prix that wraps up in just two days. You’ve been counting down every hour, missing the way he fits so perfectly into your days—the warmth of his hand in yours, the way he laughs at things that shouldn’t be funny, the subtle little gestures that make you feel like you belong.

Even though he’s miles away, Carlos has a way of making the distance feel almost nonexistent. No matter how long his meetings run or how exhausted he is from practice, he makes sure to FaceTime every night. It’s become your favorite part of the day—those quiet, sleepy conversations where he talks you through the chaos of the track and listens to you recount the mundane parts of your day as if they were fascinating. Somehow, he always makes it feel like the world pauses for the two of you, even if just for twenty minutes.

10:30 PM

You’re curled up on the couch, wrapped in the hoodie he left behind last time he was home. The familiar fabric smells faintly of him—his shampoo, the faint trace of cologne—and it’s enough to make you feel close even though he’s halfway across Europe.

Your phone buzzes softly in your pocket. The screen lights up. A FaceTime call. His name glowing on the display makes your heart do a little hop. Of course, it’s him.

You swipe to answer, voice soft, almost breathless. “Hey…”

“Hola, mi amor,” he says immediately, his grin wide enough to make you melt. “Missed you today.”