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Author: Samantha Towle

Guntur hands us each a menu. “We’ve added a couple of new dishes since you were last here,” Guntur tells Carrick, patting his back in a friendly way. “I’ll be back soon with your drinks.”

“So, how did you find this place?” I ask Carrick. “It’s not exactly on the tourist map.”

“When I first started in Formula One and I was out here for my first race, I met Guntur through one of the sponsors. He’s a relation of some sort. Guntur is a huge race fan. Anyway, he gave me his card for the restaurant, told me to come out. Said he served the best nasi lemak in the whole of Malaysia. I had no clue what nasi lemak was, but I was bored one night, so I took a drive and came out here. Had some nasi lemak plus a ton of other food, and now, I come back here to eat every time I’m in Kuala Lumpur. And Guntur is a great guy.”

“Yeah, he seems nice.” I rest my chin on my hand. “And what is nasi lemak?”

“It’s their national dish. It’s basically rice cooked in coconut milk and pandan leaf.”

“Are you into cooking?” I ask, bemused, trying to imagine him in the kitchen.

“No, I’m reading it from the menu.” He gives me a cheeky smile, eyes flickering down to the menu before him.

Laughing, I shake my head at him.

“So, what are we having?” Guntur has appeared back with our drinks.

I thank him as he places my water down in front of me, and I glance down at my menu. With no clue what to order, I look at Carrick for help.

“You want me to order for both of us?”

“Please.” I smile.

I listen to Carrick rattle off what sounds like an awful lot of food while I take a sip of my water.

Guntur scribbles down the order and then disappears off into the kitchen.

“So, I can’t believe I’ve never asked you this before, but whereabouts in Ireland did you grow up?”

“Houth. It’s an old fishing village not far from Dublin.”

“Does it have any beaches?”

“Nah.” He laughs. “Off the harbor is a scrap of rocks you can just about stand on to get near the water. Nothing like what you have in Brazil.”

“I didn’t always have those beaches, remember? I was born in the UK.”

“Yeah, of course,” he says. “Whereabouts in England are you from?”

“London.”

“And why did you move to Brazil?”

I take a sip of water, preparing myself for my response. “My dad died when I was ten.”

“Jesus, Andressa. I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t kill him.”

He stares at me for a moment, looking uncomfortable.

“Sorry. Poorly timed joke.”

I wave it off, and his face relaxes. I just wanted the look of pity on his face gone. I can take it from anyone, but on him…it bothers me.

“Anyway, my mother didn’t have any family in England, but she has a lot in Brazil. We were alone in England, so she took me back to Brazil to live.”

“Must have been hard—losing your dad and moving halfway around the world.”

“I managed.” Just barely. “And I have loads of cousins and aunts and uncles, so it was nice to be around family.”

“How did your dad die? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“In an accident.”

“What kind of accident?”

“The worst kind.” My voice is harsh, and I instantly feel bad, so I try to lighten the subject by changing it. “So, how did you end up becoming a Formula One driver?”

“My dad was a mechanic—”

“I didn’t know that.” I lean forward with interest.

“Yeah, I grew up around cars. My granddad—my dad’s dad—was a mechanic, too, so I guess cars are in my blood. When I was seven, my dad took me and a few of my friends go-karting for my birthday, and from that moment on, I was hooked. I was karting on a regular basis, entering competitions. I loved it. Couldn’t get enough. My dad quickly realized how serious I was about it, and of course, he saw how good I was, especially since I was winning all my races.” He gives a cheeky smile.

“So, he started dedicating a lot of his time to my dream. With all the races I was entering, it was hard for him with work, so he ended up having to reduce his day hours and take on more nighttime off-the-book jobs to earn money.

“Then, when I was thirteen, my granddad passed away, and he left everything to Dad—his house and a good bit of money he’d saved over the years. Karting was good in Ireland, and the races were decent, but I wanted more. Dad saw that there were more opportunities with karting in England and the possibility to progress to Formula One. So, he sold Granddad’s house and our house, and he moved us to England. He rented a place and took on jobs when he could. He used the money from Granddad and the house sales to keep us afloat.

“I entered into Intercontinental A when I was fourteen, which I think is now called KF-two. Then, the year after, I progressed up to Formula A. The next year up, I was up to Formula Super A. I moved up through F-three, F-two, and then to F-one by the time I was twenty.”

“Wow. That’s quite some story. Your dad did a lot for you to help get you where you are,” I say, starting to see the reason for Owen’s protectiveness over Carrick’s career.

“Yeah, he did. He’s great. The best dad a guy could ask for.”

That brings a lump in my throat. “What about your mum?”

His eyes darken. “She’s not around. Hasn’t been for a long time.”

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