TWO

Mira Hoffman woke up with the worst headache to ever exist.

Her head felt like she had been fighting with Muhammad Ali for hours, which would not be a good thing, especially considering that she did not know how to fight.

Her exhausted and aching body forced itself out of her bed, which was literally just a sofa because she could not afford to buy an actual bed, and dragged her towards her bathroom to have a quick shower before she had to leave to go to work.

As she was in the shower, her tired eyes fell upon the multitude of bruises that covered most areas of skin, due to constantly knocking in to surfaces whilst waiting tables at the restaurant, and forced her to release a groan of pain whenever her hand would press against them.

Her dark brown hair was washed with what was left in the bottle of her blueberry shampoo, an unwelcome feeling in her gut because she knew that by it becoming empty that she would have to buy another bottle, of which she wasn't sure if she could afford to.

Once she was out of the shower, of which was short because she didn't have the money to use a lot of water, she changed in to her usual work clothes, which was a black long sleeved shirt and black high waisted jeans and quickly dried her hair off with her hairdryer, though that was only to make sure that her hair wasn't completely wet.

She couldn't afford the electricity for that either, so she always just dried it enough so that water wasn't constantly running down her neck, before she tied it up in to a bun.

Her feet were forced to run out of the door to make sure that she got to work in time, since she couldn't afford a car or even public transport so she was resorting to have to walk or jog.

Her breathing was heavy as she finally arrived at the restaurant that she unfortunately worked at, walking in to the building just before opening time, though she halted in her footsteps as she noticed two men talking to her boss.

"Ah, Mira, there you are."

The boss of the restaurant gave the Hoffman girl a grimace like smile, clearly trying to make themselves appear as a really friendly boss.

"Uh, yes boss. I'm not late, am I?" Mira furrowed her eyebrows together at the way that her boss spoke to her, making even more suspicion fill her body because of the kind of smile.

"No, Mira. You are not late. For once." Her boss muttered the last bit underneath their breath before turning to the two men standing beside them.

"These men here, said that they know you."

The two men in question smiled at her, wondering if she recognised them at all. They noticed how the girl furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion, looking at them with a perplexed expression.

The two men were dressed in jeans and light shirts, with both of them wearing sunglasses and caps that were backwards.

One of them was much smaller than the other and appeared to be Japanese, whereas the other towered over him and spoke in a French accent.

"Have you forgotten?" The one with a French accent spoke, a smile on his face.

"Forgotten what?"

"We booked a holiday ages ago, we've got to catch a flight tonight. Are you still coming? Because you did pay for it." The man walked towards her to wrap his arm loosely around her shoulders.

"Uh, am I- am I allowed to go, boss? I completely forgot and I know that you've got more than enough staff to cover my shifts." Mira spoke up, making the two men grin, haply that she was playing along.

She clearly recognised them, which was a good thing because it would have been incredibly embarrassing if she didn't.

"Fine, but you'll have to make the hours up when you get back."

Mira nodded her head up and down multiple times, rolling her eyes once her bosses back was turned, pulling an agitated face.

"It's not like I don't work seven days a week, anyway." She muttered underneath her breath, before the two men notioned their heads towards the exit, making her follow them out of the building.

Once she was out of the building, she released a deep sigh of relief though it was momentary as her brain caught up to her body, turning around to see the two men smiling at her.

"Why did you do that? I'm gonna be off work and can't afford to be."

"We'll pay your bills."

The French man smiled reassuringly at her, seeing her eyes narrow in to slits before her head turned to the other man beside him.

"So I spill drinks all over you and you pay my bills? How does that work?"

"You look like you need a holiday." The smaller man shrugged his shoulders with a soft smile on his face. "My name is Yuki."

"Mira... but you already know that because we booked a holiday together ages ago, apparently." The Hoffman woman snarked, arms folded in front of her chest. "So what's this holiday?"

"Well, would you be able to just trust us?"

"No."

"It's a Formula One race." Yuki smiled at her, his cheeks flushing a slight pink shade whenever she looked at him and their eyes met.

"Formula One? The fast cars that go vroom? The sport that the uh, the Schumacher guy did?" Mira muttered in confusion, having a very vague recollection of the name of the sport.

"Michael Schumacher, yes."

"Why go there? I thought that you guys would much prefer soccer or something as a sport to follow." The Hoffman girl noticed the side glance between the two men and clicked her fingers repeatedly, gaining their attention. "What am I missing here?"

"We prefer Formula One. It almost feels like it's we're the ones driving, it just speaks to us." The French man, whose name was Pierre, uttered with a cheeky grin.

It was so obvious that she had no idea who they were, which they were okay with because it was a nice change to having a lot of women screaming over them, but they wanted to see how long it would take for her realise that they were drivers.

Maybe when she saw them climbing in to the cars, they weren't sure.

"So you're taking me on holiday to watch a race with you?" Mira spoke, making the two men in front of her nod their heads repeatedly.

There was a feeling in her gut that wouldn't quite go away, that these two men who were clearly best friends were up to something though she didn't know what.

"Yes, if you would like to anyway." Yuki spoke gently to her, since he knew that it would be strange for her. Plus, he didn't want to force her to join them, since it would make her feel uncomfortable which would not be right.

"I mean, why not. I might enjoy myself, and if I die it means that I don't have to go back to that stupid job. What have I got to lose?" Mira gave the men small smiles.

She didn't want to go back to the job, so part of her was actually wanting them to murder her so she could die, but the other part of her wanted to see what the fuss was about with the whole fast cars.

Besides, maybe they could teach her some things, or maybe she could meet one of the drivers.

God, she had absolutely no idea.

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Yuki Tsunoda was a gentleman.

Mira knew that from the second that he had carried her suitcase all the way to the car from her apartment, even though they had to take the stairs because the elevator wasn't working.

She did feel bad for the boy, because it was a total of eight floors up, but he didn't mind at all, carrying it down whilst also offering to help her down the stairs due to the narrow staircase.

Pierre had waited in the car, since he had to find out where she lived, before walking to where he had parked the car to bring it to her apartment which was on the complete other side of the city.

Much to the surprise of the Jewish girl, when she climbed in to the passenger seat, because Yuki had refused to let her sit in the back seat, she found a coffee cup with her name on it, inside it being a iced frappe.

Her eyes met the blue of Pierre's eyes, sending him a small nod of thanks of which he responded with a small smile and a teasing wink. The French man handed an iced coffee to the Tsunoda boy in the back seat who thanked him quietly.

"It's quite a small suitcase for the amount of time our holiday is, you know." Pierre nudged her gently before he started to drive, heading towards the border with France so that they could board a flight with their friends.

"Well you didn't tell me that!" Mira's voice rose slightly, a small smile on her face as she giggled at the look on the drivers face. "Besides, I don't have many clothes to pack. That's pretty much everything."

"It's okay." Yuki spoke up whilst drinking his iced coffee. "We can take you on a giant shopping trip if you want anything."

"Are you sure that you two can afford tickets to a Formula One race, flights and a shopping trip?" Mira questioned in a concerned voice, since she didn't want to two of them to spend all of their money on her.

She could tell that they were rich, but she knew that Formula one tickets were not cheap.

"I think that we can stretch to a shopping trip." The Gasly man chuckled, wrinkles forming around his eyes.

Mira glanced out of the car window as they travelled, seeing so many beautiful places that made her heart beat faster.

It was exactly the reason why she had moved away and out of her families home, because she had wanted to explore and she figured that Monte Carlo was a good place to do so because of it being in Europe with easy access to the rest of the European countries.

She couldn't quite believe that she was not going to have to worry about work for a little while, since it was all that preoccupied her mind nowadays and what had preoccupied her mind ever since she had moved.

She couldn't wait to actually be able to wake up in the morning and not have to rush straight to work, since working seven days a week was just so tiring that she never had any down time.

She couldn't wait to be able to eat actual food, since all of her cupboards in her apartment were filled with things such as pot noodles because it didn't cost that much to buy it and make it.

She felt like a child celebrating Purim, thinking of all of the different things that she could do now that she didn't have to worry about her bills.

"Would you like to get something to eat before the flight?" Pierre questioned, snapping the woman out of her thoughts.

"Uh, sure." Mira gave him a timid smile, not wanting to admit just how hungry she actually was.

They arrived at a fast food restaurant, with both of the men in the car each ordering a cheeseburger, whereas she just opted for some chicken nuggets.

"Did you not want a cheeseburger?" Yuki questioned her, gratefully accepting the drink that he had ordered that she was handing to him.

"I don't eat meat and dairy together, plus I like chicken nuggets." Mira informed the two of them, seeing them nodding their heads as they took in the information.

"We'll make sure to let the flight attendant on the plane know then."

Mira turned her head to give a grateful smile to the Japanese boy, since she felt gratitude that he was willing to remember and make sure that she didn't end up mixing the two food groups.

He really was something special.

She only hoped that in a world where people would deliberately cause harm to people, that more people would be like him.

That more people were like Yuki Tsunoda.

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A/N

This was last updated in November what the fuck, how did I forget about it for so long I am so so sorry

Anyway, I am back with my baby Mira, who is Jewish as I'm trying to give all religions and ethnicities representation!!

What do you think of this so far?

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this new and very late chapter and I promise that this time, I will see you all soon for the next chapter,

I'm so proud of all of you, my loves

Love you all,

-RUBY