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Everyone knew the girl wouldn't participate in the upcoming races. With a big line under raceS. They thought she wouldn't join them again until next year, so you must realise the shock that went trough the entire paddock when they saw the girl walking during the Brazilian GP.

Nobody knew she would join them, apart from her own team and, unsurprisingly, Lando. He smiled when he saw all the jaws dropping when she walked amongst them.

In the end, the girl had pure luck. A sprained wrist, a very heavily taped foot and a few very dark bruises here and there. The hospital took care of everything as soon as she arrived, and that's why she got of with just these 'injuries'.

Lando skipped towards Harlow, and engulfed her into a firm side hug, which unfortunately didn't go unnoticed by the few photographers who were there.

'Hey there champ!' he said to her, while making her hair a complete mess. She shoved him aside while laughing, while he continued: 'Everyone's eyes are popping out because of you're arrival here, you know that right?'. She started laughing, which confused the boy, while she said: 'Really? All those big eyes focused on my face right now are telling me a different story'.

She gave him a small wink, and walked towards the garage, leaving the boy a bit flustered in the middle of the paddock.

After an hour or so, she was in her cockpit again. Looking around her, breathing out of relieve. She was back. She heard her engineer over the radio: 'It's good to have you back Harlow. Go get 'em out there'. She nodded, and then realised her couldn't see. 'Of course I will Thomas, WE'LL get 'em', she answered back, before she could exit the garage.

The track was relatively empty, since everyone already had their first couple of laps. They held Harlow in for a bit longer, to adjust again.

She took her out-lap easy, swinging left or right, braking here and there to give her tyres and brakes some temperature. Once she turned into the last corner, she saw the finish line. She breathed out slowly, swinging one last time.

And she fully pushed her foot on the pedal.

Many teams were watching the girl with amazement. Gasps were heard almost everywhere when they saw the purple first sector. At this point there was just her on track, everyone working on the performance of their own cars, but they all slowed down to see this. Even the commentators had their mouths open wide, while stuttering.

A green second sector. Harlow had her eyebrows furrowed together, her hands gripping the steering wheel like never before. Something that got her thinking for a split second, was that she hadn't heard anything over the radio yet. But that thought was immediately gone when she arrived in the last sector.

Turning left in the 12th corner, and fully smashing the pedal for the 3 very quick corners, also to the left. Between turns 14 and 15, DRS button.

Hand gripping the steering wheel like even tighter, and even though it was just a practice, this was a very astonishing lap. She crossed the finish line, and suddenly her ears popped because of the screams coming through.

'That's a P2 Harlow, P2. Great great absolutely great lap you did! Now box box, box!' she heard Thomas say. Her hands released the steering wheel slightly, looking straight forward into a trance.

'P2? You're joking right?' she asked confused. 'No Harlow, that was a banger lap, that's definitely a P2', he laughed. When she arrived back in the garage, and got out of the car, she was immediately engulfed into multiple hugs. Once she was released, it suddenly hit her.

Her eyes grew wider, and her side of the garage looked at the girl. 'Boys, we jus- WE GOT A P2!', she screamed the last part, and through the entire pit lane the screams were heard from her garage.