It was a Saturday night, You were in a Las Vegas club after another race weekend

You wore a powdery blue strapless dress with silver patterns and white bows on each hip. You sat in a booth with Carlos, lando, kika and pierre

Across the room stood your rival. Charles. You both couldn’t stand each other but there was an unusual pit in the bottom of your stomach as you watched him with an arm around this blonde girl since he had entered the club, only shooting you looks every once in a while.