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Relishing in the silence, I close my eyes for a minute, trying to get into the right headspace.
Violetta Luna, breathe in and out.
I recite to myself hundreds of times, trying to get it together.
“Am I walking into a Chakra session?” A voice cuts off my trance. I open my eyes and recognize a familiar smile. Xavier is standing in front of me with his racing suit down to his waist and a white compression shirt on.
“Not really. Just taking a little break before putting this all together,” I explain, pointing at the bag, flowers, and sign behind me.
“That’s sweet. You’re making things all pretty for the rookie!” His tone is joyful as he steps into the cubicle and leans against the doorframe.
“I thought it would be cool for her. I mean, it is her home race and everything.” I shrug and watch him run his hands through his hair.
“How nice. I’m glad the rookie has such a dedicated friend.” He coos.
“Aren’t you supposed to be getting prepped for a race?” I ask, hoping I’m not interrupting his race prep.
Ale takes hers very seriously.
“Already set, Blondie. You can’t put pressure on the pretty boy,” he tells me with a smug smile.
“How cheeky,” I reply before rolling my eyes.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He scoffs and holds a hand to his chest as if he’s been wounded.
“She did tell me you were dramatic. Didn’t believe it until you just did that.” I laugh.
“Me, dramatic? Never,” he scoffs theatrically.
“Xavier, your mechanics are ready for you!” a person yells distantly.
“Okay, well, I better get going.”
I smile at him in response as he walks out the door. Not even ten seconds later, he comes rushing back.
“I forgot to get your phone number.” He hands me his phone, set on his contacts. I look up at him, a little shocked that the golden boy of F1 is asking me for my number. Grabbing his phone, I type the digits in and leave the contact name open for him to decide.
“Here.” I hand the phone back to him, and he glances at it before looking back up.
“I’ll text you.” He smiles at me and then walks away, waving goodbye.
UNSAVED NUMBER: Hello, Blondie, this is the excruciatingly handsome man you met just now :)
I laugh out loud.
ME: Jajaja. Good luck with the race, btw.
I press send and then open his contact, contemplating setting up a name for him. I could go for something as simple as Xavier, but it doesn’t feel right.
I type in Golden boy, but that doesn’t seem right either.
Then I try his last name and it’s even weirder.
Finally, I type in the word Sunshine and that’s when it feels perfect.
And that’s how Xavier Valente and I became friends.
DECEMBER
