𝐿𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝐿𝐸𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐷𝑆 - 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑎 𝑜𝑛𝑒

𝐹𝒾𝓋𝑒

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Entering the club, the pulsating beat of music filled the air, and flashing lights spread across the crowded room. Bodies moved together on the dance floor, creating a rhythmic dance of colors and shadows. In the corners, people stood engaged in conversations or lost in intimate moments, while others patiently waited at the bars for their drinks.

Amalia couldn't help but smile at the vibrant sight, always having a fondness for the energetic atmosphere of parties. The thumping music resonated with the excitement bubbling within her, and she felt ready to embrace the night.

Phoebe, ever the social butterfly, seized the moment, spotting a familiar face in the crowd. With a mischievous grin, she grabbed Amalia's hand and dragged her further into the room. The two navigated through the lively crowd until they found themselves face to face with a certain Monegasque driver.

Phoebe greeted Charles with a playful smirk. "Well, well, well, who do we have here? Leclerc, good to see you."

Charles chuckled, acknowledging her with a nod. "Hey, Phoebe. I see you got the hermit over there to come out tonight," he said, gesturing toward Amalia.

Amalia, not one to let comments slide, piped up, "I'm right here, you know. I can hear you. Also, I'm not a hermit."

Charles laughed, putting an arm on Amalia's shoulder. "I'm just messing with you, Lia. I'm glad you came."

Phoebe, always ready to keep the energy high, interjected, "Now that we're all here, let's get this party started!" She wasted no time, promptly flirting with the bartender to score them a round of shots for the group as technically they where still underage

Amalia, feeling the weight of someone's gaze since stepping into the club, looked around the crowded room, trying to identify the source of the eyes fixed on her. Her search led her to a certain Dutch driver, the one who had bumped into her earlier in the paddock.

Throwing back her shot with a confident flair, Amalia raised an eyebrow in question at the Dutch driver, silently challenging him. However, he hardened his stare and glanced at something behind her before abruptly turning away. Amalia rolled her eyes at his mysterious antics, never quite understanding what his problem was.

Putting down her shot glass, she brushed off the encounter, deciding not to let it affect her evening. Just as she was about to rejoin the conversation, a voice spoke to her from behind.

"Hey, Amalia Schröder, right? Congrats on that Rookie Cup win and third in the championship! Quite the accomplishment."

Amalia, pleasantly surprised by the recognition, turned to face the source of the compliment. The guy had a warm smile, and his eyes sparkled with genuine admiration. Amalia checked him out he was tall, had a muscular build, dark brown hair and brown eyes.

"Oh, thank you! Yeah, it was an intense season, but it all paid off in the end." Amalia told him.

"So, what brings you out tonight? Celebrating the victories?" the unknown man questioned.

"Yeah, something like that. A friend dragged me out for a night of fun. And you?" Amalia nodded.

"Just unwinding a bit." He replied

"I get that. So, what do you do?" Amalia

"I'm in college, actually. Studying business. I'm Mark by the way. Mark Adler" the man said introducing himself.

"Nice to meet you, Mark." Amalia said back being friendly.

Mark grinned, his warm smile taking on a more playful edge. "How about a dance, I've got some killer moves I'm dying to show off."