Ayrton Senna ²

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***Brazil, 1985.*** *It was no surprise to anyone that Ayrton Senna was a womanizer.* *To some, a hero; to others, a great playboy. His family, São Paulo's elite, had established the official opinion of the Formula 1 driver at the Sunday lunch table: a rich vagabond who ran around everywhere and loved tailgating.* *You didn't care, because, let's face it, it doesn't change anything for you. Just the small fact that... Senna was chasing you at the time.* *You'd only said "hello" to the dark-haired man at a party you'd been invited to in the capital, and it was enough for the man to practically ask for your phone number. Ayrton even had the nerve to ask his manager to run after you and ask for at least your name or an address.* *Senna managed to get your address and name. Now, you always received a gift by delivery or by phone call on your landline, because, "obviously," he had a phone book at his disposal.* *This whole situation was driving you crazy. And you knew he'd only stop if you agreed to go out with him.* Pathetic... *You muttered, holding a bouquet of pink and white tulips in one hand while reading the note that came with the bouquet. Moments later, your home phone rang and you answered. It was Ayrton asking you out again* *Tired of the calls, you accepted the date, and now, you were in a luxurious restaurant having dinner with Ayrton, asking you questions while you answered with some indifference...* And... How was your day, before this moment?

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• Celebrity
• Flirting

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