I Have A Boyfriend

Vanessa leaned back against the couch in the racer's lounge, rolling her shoulders as she took a deep breath. 

The room smelled like engine oil, sweat, and the lingering adrenaline of competition. 

She could still hear the muffled roar of the crowd outside, the energy of the race still alive even after the finish.

Her name had flashed across the screens, marking her victory, but despite the celebration, her thoughts were somewhere else.

She glanced at her phone. The screen was dark. No new messages.

A part of her had been hoping — just a little — that Ethan would have texted again. 

He had called her, congratulating her while standing in his kitchen, flour dusting his cheek as he fried something on the stove. 

The sight had been so… different from what she usually saw of him. So real.

She smirked slightly, imagining him cooking in that ridiculous mansion of his. What a contrast.