CARLOS SAINZ

📍IBIZA, SPAIN

Lecretia loves Spain, she had loved that country with all these beautiful islands and she'll love it in the future as well. But she'll hate it for this summer.

"Mum, just let me go to the supermarket. I'm fucking 20 years old and can take care of myself!", she gruns while standing in front of the door, watching her mother playing with her little brother, Tom. She finally looks up, as Lecretia snorts and Lecretia expects her to give her a lesson, about how to speak to your mother but she doesn't. Instead she sighs and than... nods. Lecretia cannot believe it, but her mother really says: "Good, but just the supermarket down the road, okay? And don't take too long, you know I'm going crazy when I don't know where you are!"

"Yeah, I know!", Lecretia says and then, before her mother can change her decision, she steps out of their summer house. She takes a deep breath of the warm air and looks up to the completely blue sky. Hell, she loves Spain, she really does, but she doesn't love it as much, when she's visiting it with her family. It isn't how it used to be, when she was six or seven years old, when all she wanted to do all day was playing at the beach and she doesn't want to go into clubs and party all night. But that changed.
She's visited Spain last year with her friends and it's been probably the most amazing time of her life. They partied all night, slept through the day and then partied again. Lecretia wants that back to this, because yes, she indeed loves her family and she loves being on holiday with them – but maybe not three weeks on Ibiza, the island which is known for party, youth camps and everything that does NOT include a way too scared mum.

Lecretia sends a couple of messages to her friends in which she explains to them, that she's close to getting crazy here. Of course, non of her friends share any empathy with her. Instead they all troll her, laughing at her and repeating, that all of them said, that three weeks with your family are horrible. Lecretia knows it – she knows it now for sure. But back than when they booked Spain, she was studying abroad and missed her family. A family holiday seemed like a good idea. Well, it doesn't anymore.

Lecretia steps into the supermarket, which turned the air conditioner on a bit too much, because she actually gets goosebumps as she strolls along the shelves.

"Dammit, please don't give me a cold, Mum's gonna go crazy than!", she whispers and rubs her hands along her arms.

"You're asking the Pringles to not give you a cold?"

She lifts her head to the deep male voice besides her and just then she realized the dark haired man, who stands besides her, grinning a bit too bright and the sunglasses don't fit into the supermarket as well, but who is she to judge...

"Sorry, I didn't mean to eardrop, it's just, you talked pretty loud!", he laughs. Finally, he takes the sunglasses off and Lecretia noticed that she knows this man. She doesn't know where she knows him from, but his face seems familiar. Maybe that's why she starts smiling nicely at him.

"Don't worry, it isn't like I told some secrets to those baes!", she says and takes the green pringles out of the shelves. She press them to her chest and they both share a short laugh.

"So, you're with your mum on holiday?", he asks. Lecretia sighs and then nods: "Jip and also jip in case you gonna ask if I ain't too old for this: I definitely am!"

The stranger laughs again.

"Well, there're a couple of years in everyone's life, when family holidays are horrible, but some say it'll be better some day!"

"You're there? I mean, have you already experienced the better days?"

"Me?"

The man points to himself and then shakes his head.

"Nah, I'm 27, I ain't there yet!"

27... that's not too old, Lecretia thinks.

"So, I don't know, maybe that sounds pretty strange but you seem nice and I don't want to keep talking between the shelves but maybe you're down for meeting some time, like in a restaurant or in a café or anything. I mean, we can also sit at the beach... just spending time?"

Lecretia starts smiling again, when she sees the stranger blushing but she reminds herself, that this is still a stranger, even though his face looks familiar. Her mind might as well just playing tricks on her. So she asks: "That sounds a lot like a date!"

"Yeah, some might call it that!"

"Why should we date? We don't each other!"

"So we can get to know each other!", he says and then takes out the phone from the chest pocket of his shirt.

"Just so you don't think I'm a creep... uhm... I'm Carlos Sainz, I'm a formula 1 driver, y'know the car driving championship!"

Lecretia can't help but burst into a loud laugh, when Carlos shows her his ID Card.

"So you know, that I'm not a creep!", he repeats laughing. Lecretia presses the pringles closer to his chest and looks again at Carlos.

"You'll probably have to show this to my mum as well!", she says. Carlos's lips curl up.

"So that means yes?"

"Yeah", she smiles.

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one of my old Oneshots
i've already had them posted once but unpublished them because i deleted the English books
i'll post all the old Oneshots now again