''That was it then,'' Artemis breathes, leaning on the balcony. George glances up from his phone as he rises to his feet. He snakes his arms around her waist and hides his face in the crook of her neck.
     ''All things come to an end,'' he whispers, ''but that doesn't mean I hadn't a marvellous time with you.'' Artemis gently grabs his arms to give her space. She turns around and returns the hug.
     ''I had a great time with you,'' she murmurs, ''I just don't want it to end.''
     ''Me neither,'' he whispers, ''but this won't be the last time we go out together. Think about sharing rooms during race weekends or hanging out with the guys.''
"You're right, but still."
"I know, I know. Me too."

"It's only 10 in the morning," George says, "our trunks are packed but we can leave them guarded at the hotel. Where do you want to go?"
     Artemis glances up, "we haven't been to the Eiffel Tower, right?" George hums in response, "shall we visit it?"
     "Of course, everything for you."

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"Was that old mate Daniel?" George asks as he saw a flash of Ricciardo face on her screen. Artemis chuckles and nods,
     "Yeah, I sent him a photo of the Eiffel Tower and he was jealous but still loves me." George raises his brow, which allows Artemis to roll her eyes, "don't be jealous, you already have me." The corner of his mouth curled up in smirk.
     "Besides, I'm his favourite of the Twitch Quintet," Artemis says and she gets closer until their noses touch. George couldn't leave it but steal a quick kiss.

"Lando is so dirty-minded," Artemis sighs, "I can't believe him. Such a child." She chuckles as she shows her phone with Charles' photo and captions.
"Is he talking about...-"
"Yep, I bet he is."
"Bloody hell."