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With You, Without Hope	By : Latanya Category: Individual Celebrities > Athlete/Sports Misc Views: 1185 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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With You, Without
Hope

Chapter
Three
��
Friday practice went well, giving me
my first taste of Formula One from the inside. It was
thrilling and being able to watch from so close was� undescribably fantastic.
Hell, for get that, it was bloody heaven. Watching the boys put their cars
through their proverbial paces was better than watching Ian Miller compete in
the Sydney Olympics.
�Who is Ian Miller?� A familiar
voice asked me.
My eyes widened and I turned around
to look at Fernando. �Oh lord, did I say that out loud? What did you hear me
say?�
�� He grinned. �I
only heard something about this being better than watching Ian Miller in the
Sydney Olympics. You did not mean to say it out loud?�
�� No, I did not
mean to say it out loud. I can�t believe I said that out loud.� Running a hand
through my hair, I studied him.
�� If there was
one thing I could say about the World Champion, it was that he looked utterly
delectable in his race suit. Blushing at my own thoughts, I looked away and
focused on the track. Beside me, the Spaniard started chuckling and I prayed
that he had not noticed my attention.
�� You know, it
is the first time that I have seen you wearing one of the team shirts. Blue and
yellow suits you.�
�� I�m pretty sure my cheeks were a flaming shade of red. �Umm,
thank you� I think. I figured that it was best that I fitted in. Besides, walking
around wearing shirts with things like �Sarcasm is just one more service I
offer� is such a good idea at a race track. There are too many men that might
just take such things at face value.�
�� Are you
implying that we are shallow creatures who think of nothing but sex?� He looked
offended for a moment before pouting at me.
�� Don�t you
dare pull that face with me mister; it doesn�t work.� I waged a finger at him
in mock annoyance. �And no, that was not what I was implying. I was actually
referring to the innuendo I endured yesterday for wearing said shirt. Even
Flavio reacted to it.�
�� Fernando�s
face darkened and his lips thinned. �Perhaps it is for the best then, if you do
not wear that shirt again. I thought it was cute but didn�t want to say
anything to embarrass you.�
�� Aw Fernando,
thanks. But don�t worry, that shirt is now safely hidden at the bottom of my case.
So, how goes the practice? I would have thought that you�d be out on the
track�.� I leant against the wall, still watching the cars go by.
�� I�m going out
later on in the afternoon. It�s mostly just the third drivers out there at the
moment. We have to try and save the engines in the cars for the race on Sunday.
Were you planning to watch from the garage?� He leant against the wall next to
me and I couldn�t help but sneak a peak at him in his suit again.
�� Shrugging, I replied: �Probably. I kind of like it here though, it�s a
good spot to watch from. And no one is bothering me.�
�� Oh. I didn�t
mean to bother you.�
�� You aren�t
bothering me Fernando.� Smiling at him, I watched his face light up at my
reassurance.
�� What?� He pushed
a lock of hair out of his eyes and gazed at me.
�� Nothing.�
�� His eyes
narrowed suspiciously and before I knew it, he was tickling my side. Yelping, I
jumped away from him and wrapped my arms around myself to protect my ticklish
spots. �What was that for?�
�� Watching him
fearfully as the corners of his mouth curled into a smirk, I waited for his
response. �You were laughing at me.�
�� No I wasn�t! Why
would I laugh at you?�
�� That is what
I would like to know.� He crosses his arms and taps a foot.
�� Suddenly a
shout causes both of us to turn around. One of the mechanics is striding
towards us and Fernando switched from joker mode to serious mode in a
micro-second. I would have missed it if I hadn�t been watching for it � it made
me realize just how professional he could be.
�� Fernando, Flavio
wants you out on the track soon. Carlo is just getting ready to head out now.�
The mechanic smiles at me. �Miss Jarvis.�
�� I glanced at
my watch and realized that the second practice session was about to start. �I�ll
see you later then Fernando? I�ve got to be at the press conference at four. Rob
White is facing the vultures.�
�� He nodded. �The
session ends at three. Will you have time for a coffee before the conference?�
�� Maybe, we�ll
see. Now, go before Flavio decides to tear a strip out of your hide!� I usher
him off with the mechanic before making my way to the motorhome in order to
retrieve my PDA and the outline for the conference.
�� Once I was
finished there, I headed to the dining area to grab myself a quick bite to eat.
Sitting down at a table with a chicken sandwich and a bottle of grape juice, I slipped
my earphones into my ears and turned my ever present Ipod on. Gazing off into
the distance while I slowly ate my late lunch, I thought about what I had
encountered since accepting Flavio�s job offer. It may have only been a few
days, but my life had changed drastically. No longer was I so sure about my
future, about what direction my path in life lay and it scared me. Not knowing
what I was doing or going to do made me feel like I was standing on the edge of
one very big cliff with a very narrow path leading down.
�� Sighing
heavily, I opened my drink and took a swig. I found myself wondering what it
would be like spending years working in the fast paced life of Formula One. Looking
around at the bustle of my fellow Renault F1 employees, I realized that I had
slipped so easily into it and had been accepted just as easily. I got on well
with the drivers, with the engineers and mechanics, with everyone � even people
from other teams. And I had only been there for a couple of days. My being
there was simply the result of having a cousin who knew people through her
husband.
�� Damn family
relations.� I grumbled, finishing off my sandwich.
�� Just sitting
there, I ignored my vibrating mobile and stared at my bottle of juice hoping
for some sort of inspiration. In my ears, the sound of Tina Turner singing �Simply the Best� was blocking out
anything that might have distracted me from my thoughts. Deep down, I just
wanted to know what I wanted. Really, it was as simple as that. What did I
want? How could I not know what I want?
�� Are you busy Marzie?�
Long fingers pulled an earphone out of my ear and I turned my head to look at
the tall Finnish test driver.
�� I waved a hand
at the other seat. �Nope, not at the moment I�m not. I�ve got the press
conference at four though but it�s only what, a quarter
to three now�. Hang on; shouldn�t you be out on track?�
�� He sat down, leaning
his elbows on the table. �No, not this time. I was wondering if you were doing
anything tonight.�
�� You were
wondering what?� My eyebrows arched in surprise, eyes wide.
�� I know it is
probably not appropriate for me to be asking but I was hoping that you might
want to go out to dinner tonight? To celebrate your job.� Heikki met my gaze
for a moment before glancing away nervously.
�� Staring at
him, I felt my heart skip for a moment. He was so sweet, kind, intelligent and possessing
beautiful blue eyes � which was an added bonus. And dinner with a fellow
Renault employee wouldn�t hurt. �Actually, come to think of it, I haven�t
celebrated my new job yet. What did you have in mind?�
�� Clearly, my
response surprised him. �Carlo told me about this really nice restaurant� that
is, if you really do want to go out to dinner.�
�� I said yes
didn�t I?�
�� No, you asked
me what I had in mind.�
�� Laughing
softly, I smile. �Right, I did ask that.�
�� So, was that
a yes?� He prompted me.
�� Of course it
was.� My affirmative reply brought a brilliant smile to his face and I found
myself returning it. �Why, were you expecting me to turn you down?�
�� Glancing at
his watch, Heikki shook his head. �To be honest Marzie, I was expecting you to
say no. But this is better. Do you want me to pick you up at seven thirty?�
�� I was taken aback at his forwardness. �Sure, that�s fine with
me. I�m staying with my cousin.�
�� After giving
him the address, I watched him turn and walk off. He was nice � a pleasant
change from many of the men I had met before. But I wasn�t sure why he was
interested in going out to dinner with me. I liked him well enough for someone
I�d only known for a few days and I didn�t doubt that I would enjoy his
company. It was just that I didn�t know why he thought he would enjoy my company.
�� Seriously chicken,
you shouldn�t over think things.� I grumbled to myself� at myself.
�� Shrugging my
shoulders, I finished my grape juice off before rising from my seat. Popping my
earphones back in, I dumped my rubbish in the nearest bin and headed towards
the garage. I just wanted to check in and see if the practice session had gone
well before I started to prepare for my first ever press conference. As
determined as I was to not let myself become too stressed by it, there was
already a tight coil of anxiety forming in the pit of my stomach. Around me,
everything was running seemingly effortlessly and it reminded me that everyone
else was so much more experienced at this than I was.
�� Marzie! Hey Marzie!� Someone tapped me on the shoulder
before jumping in front of me.
�� My breath
hitched when I set eyes on Fernando. His race suit was unzipped with the top
half hanging down, revealing the tight white shirt underneath. I swallowed and
attempted to lock my gaze on something past his ear. �Oh, hey Fernando� you�ve
finished already then?�
�� He grinned. �I
was just coming to look for you.�
�� How did
practice go?� I was struggling to keep from ogling him.
�� Really good;
I set the fastest laps out there. Didn�t you watch?� Disappointment flickered
over his face and I could tell a pout was coming.
�� No Fernando,
I didn�t. I�m sorry but I had to get something to eat and to prepare for my
first ever press conference. But I promise I�ll watch you tomorrow morning.�
�� His expression
changed again and I sighed mentally. �I shall hold you to that promise. You
don�t have time for a coffee?�
�� I glanced at
my watch and noted the time. �Not really Fernando. Do you mind if I take a rain
check? It�s just that I am starting to get butterflies about this conference.�
�� I understand Marzie.
Another day then, after all, we do have all season to find time for a coffee.� Reaching
up, he ruffled my hair. �You should wear it out more often.�
�� He laughed
when my cheeks flushed red. �Uh, right Fernando. I should go prepare myself for
a long afternoon and familiarise myself with the whole do.�
�� Will you be
around later?�
�� Probably not. I�m going out to dinner tonight and you know
what they say about women getting ready.� I slapped his arm gently and grinned.
�Ciao champ.�
�� Walking away
from him, I expected that to be the end of the conversation. It was clear that
Fernando didn�t like me having the last word.
�� By the way
Marzie, I don�t mind you looking!� He called out, his tone ringing with
laughter.
�� Groaning, I
covered my face in shame and prayed that no one was paying any attention to us.
I could hear him laughing as he headed off in the other direction and cursed
him for causing me so much embarrassment. If only he wasn�t so damn hot, I
wouldn�t have a problem. But enduring mockery had never been a strong point for
me. Reminding myself that I needed to manage my time a little better than usual
for a few hours, I pushed Fernando out of my mind and returned to my mental
preparations.
�� My afternoon
went surprisingly fast � possibly due to the fact that
I was surprisingly busy. The press conference went without a mishap and by the
time I got back to Zarah�s apartment, I was more than ready to spend a nice
evening relaxing in good company. In fact, I was excited by the prospect and recruited
my cousin into helping me pick something nice to wear. When I told Zarah about
my dinner date, she nearly had a heart attack but didn�t mind launching herself
into helping me prepare. After all, it was my first actual date in� let�s just
say a long time. I was ready to go when Heikki arrived but Zarah and Luc
insisted on meeting him before we went. A factor that embarrassed me greatly. Even
so, everything showed signs of being perfect.
�� Except it
never occurred to me until later that Fernando might not take the news of my
dinner date with Heikki at all well... it never occurred to me because I was
too busy enjoying myself with Heikki.
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