The moment Kimi sat down beside you, your entire body went stiff beneath the blanket you had immediately pulled over yourself.

Especially over the Mercedes jersey.

You kept your eyes glued to the window like your life depended on it.

Meanwhile—

You could practically feel someone staring at you from the seat beside yours.

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You had been a fan of Kimi Antonelli for a long time.

Not in the loud, obsessive way people online assumed fans were.

You just genuinely liked him.

The way he drove.

The way he carried himself.

The calmness he had even under pressure.

Watching his career grow had slowly become something comforting to you.

So when you finally decided to treat yourself and attend a race in person—

You went all out.

First-class ticket. Mercedes jersey. Comfortable sweats for the flight.

You figured it would just be a fun trip.

Exciting.

Simple.

You definitely didn’t expect to run into Kimi himself before even boarding the plane.

And you really didn’t expect him to end up sitting beside you.