Anyone else already mentally writing Rolipe reunion scenarios, or is that just me >.>
“Rob! It has been so long! You have aged so much, huh?”
Rob glared at Felipe who was standing in his hotel doorway, looking far too sprightly compared to how Rob was feeling. His head was pounding from the hangover and he was still half asleep.
“What the fuck. Are you talking about?” Rob asked, using the door to keep himself upright as his head swam.
“Is the first time I see you since I am no longer an F1 driver!”
“Felipe, the race was yesterday. My head is still banging from the alcohol you somehow managed to get your hands on. What time is it?” he asked, looking around for his phone.
“9:30. Is late!”
“I didn’t get in ‘til fucking 6! You couldn’t wait until the afternoon?”
“But it’s your birthday,” Felipe said with an exaggerated pout. “Wanted to give you your present.”
“You know what you can give me?” Rob asked, closing the gap between them and enjoying the way Felipe’s demeanor faltered just slightly.
“What?” Felipe asked, holding eye contact.
Rob leaned in close to Felipe’s ear and whispered, “An extra few fucking hours sleep,” and promptly slammed the door in his face.
As he made his way back to the bed, he heard a muffled but still clearly shouted “I missed youuuuu” through the door and he couldn’t bite back the grin that it brought to his face.
Things weren’t going to be all that different after all.
HAAAAA oh come on Rob you could at least let him into the room, you should be cherishing every available moment! ;3
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