You'd been driving for Ferrari during your time in the Formula One, or F1, franchise for as long as you could remember. You hadn't felt... what was it? A rush of adrenaline or pure joy in got knows how long.

Not until you met him.

Lewis Hamilton.

He was well.... In your terms, he was everything you enjoyed being around. He was a sweet guy who had this, what was it? A warm presence. He was funny, albeit sarcastic at time, not to mention you thought he was handsome, despite your brother saying Lewis had a receding hairline.

Now, you'd known Lewis for a while at this time. So, you decided to bring him to Washington to meet your brother. You and Lewis were just friends now.

You both knew that.

You both never went past that boundary either.

Tonight was the fifth night and Washington and you decided to go to a bar with your brother and Lewis.

Then, the song 'Gone, Gone, Gone' began playing. You and your brother knew this line dance like the back of your hands so naturally, you stepped out where people were dancing and joined in on the fun.

And Lewis?

Shit, despite him not knowing a thing about line dancing, he danced with you. He knew he probably looked like a fool but hey? Who says you can't learn new things.

As the laughter emitted and the music played, all three of you were dancing, having fun, and the mood just lifted. Hell, Lewis knew he probably looked like an idiot but what mattered to him was that you were happy.

And him? He was having the time of his life.

Especially with you.