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The rest of the shoot went amazingly, I can't help but brag. I am so proud of myself!

"Thank you so much everyone!" I announce as the crew begins to leave, blushing slightly. "I hope we can all get together again and work the same magic as we did today. Thanks again, safe home!"

I walk down to the street with Maria after I lock up the studio.

"That's a good day's work Lina, send me over the best photos when they're ready and I'll send you the rest of your cheque later in the week."

"Thanks so much Maria, it's been a pleasure working with you." I say as I give her a slightly awkward side-hug.

"You've been great too Lina, between you and me, Lando has been the best behaved in a while today. You might take my job." She laughed slightly, a pang of jealousy creeping in at the edges of her lips.

"Don't say that! It's been a good day for us all I think. I'll send you the edited photos later in the week though. See you!" I walk down the street towards my flat, as she goes in the opposite direction.

I pull my headphones over my mess of hair as I walk, contemplating what I should have for dinner. Pasta sounds amazing right now, so I call into the Co-op near my flat. I won't lie, when I have my headphones on I can get pretty into the music, but I didn't think it was too bad. That was until I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder and almost jumped out of my skin.

"Oh!" I blurt out as I turn around, ready to punch whoever just grabbed me.

"Woah, chill Lina it's me," the owner of the hand says as he raises both in the air.

I remove the headphones and smack him in the arm slightly. "Oh my god Lando I thought you were an attacker."

"Yeah I realised that when you almost punched me. I was calling you though, these must be really sound proof." He says as he taps the headphones which are now around my neck.

"Yeah, huh? What are you doing here still? I thought you left like an hour ago."

"I've got a hotel room nearby, I live in Monaco so it would be a hassle to get home tonight."

"Ooh fancy. Do you want to come to mine for dinner? I was going to make myself some pasta."

"That would be really nice Lina, as long as I'm not intruding. Don't want to be an attacker again and sneak into your house."

"Hahaha Lando don't be shy. I'm inviting you for dinner. As long as you're allowed."

"I'm 24 Lina, I can make my own decisions." He rolls his eyes.

"What do you want for dinner then? I was thinking pasta, but if Jon won't allow that I'm willing to alter the menu."

"I'm sure he won't be upset if I'm having pasta once. Who cares if I lose time in race pace, pfft."

I can't help but hear the sarcasm in his voice.

"You'll have to explain the whole racing thing to me later. I haven't got a clue about any of it."

"Are you serious Lina? You can't be. Surely not."

"What? I do a couple of photo shoots with drivers and I have to be an expert?" I say as I lift a jar of pasta sauce from the shelf.

"That's not what I'm saying, I just mean I thought you might know something." He replies, blushing slightly, hard to see on his tanned skin.

"Okay. I forgive you. I'm going to go pay."

"Do you want a bottle of wine or something too? My hotel is in walking distance, I wouldn't need to drive there."

"Um, yeah. Let's look. I can't imagine the co-op has an amazing selection though."

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A bottle of wine split between two people who don't drink very often is much more than needed, unsurprisingly.

After spending dinner with Lando I can't believe that I thought any of those tabloid headlines were true. He is the opposite to how any of them described him.

He's sweet and funny and kind and, oh no. Lina you don't like him. You can't! He's a client. And a famous one at that!

But the rose that brushed his cheeks as he finished his first glass of wine was so perfect. Even the plaster that sat on the bridge of his nose was like an accessory that he was meant to have.

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I groaned as I woke up, my head is killing me. I half-walk half-stumble to my kitchen and grab a glass of water. A pack of paracetamol was sitting on the island already. I don't remember much from last light but I don't think I was that organised.

Unless it was Lando. Wait. Where is he? Unless he went to the hotel last night and I don't remember.

I glance around my kitchen and see the door of my spare room ajar, I always leave it closed because it gives me the creeps at night if it's left open.