"What we have to lose"

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A lot of paparazzi was immediately at us, taking pictures of us. We tried to walk into the bar as fast as possible and I was relieved when the photographers weren't able to take any more pictures. "This will be heavy rumors tomorrow." Daniel says and both him and Max laughed. I never thought about that. Most people don't know me nor why I'm so close to the drivers. I think we should clear the situation before there are actually rumors going around that would affect the first race week of the season. I texted Mr Horner and informed him about the situation and he told me that he'll give out a statement to provide the rumors.
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Loud music surrounded my ears when we walked further into the bar. I saw a lot of people and recognized one driver after another. The boys grabbed me by my arms and screamed 'Let's make them jealous'.
First one we greeted was Sebastian Vettel. We talked to him for a while and he's such a lovely person. Funny, yet mature and wise, I bet he's someone you can always count on. We had a tequila shot with him and walked over to another driver.
The funniest one was probably Kimi Räikkönen, known as the ice man. We talked to him and got along with him very well. Even though he's not one of those people who smile a lot, he was really funny.
After meeting literally everyone and drinking a shot with most of them I felt tipsy...oh no, not again. The last time that happened I wasn't even able to change my clothes by myself. I decided to drink a few non alcoholic drinks to calm back down.
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When the right party music came on I was in the mood to dance. I pulled Daniel and Max with me onto the dance floor and started dancing. They looked at me with wide eyes. I never told them that I was a dancer for almost 18 years.
Since I was still tipsy, I thought that the looks on their faces were really funny and I bursted out into laughter, familiar by now. I pulled them close to me and hugged them. "I'm so glad I'm working in this team, I love both of you so much." I told them. " We love you too." they both replied. I let go of them and started dancing again.
The night went on and I had the glorious idea to teach a few of the drivers some standard dance moves. Some of them actually had talent, some of them not so much. Overall it was an eventful night.
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We drove back to the hotel since it was late already. Max probably had too much to drink (just like me) because Daniel and I had to bring him to his room. Since he's not doing the track walk tomorrow he'll be ok I guess ( since he never does them).
Daniel insisted to bring me to my hotel room, incase someone decides to kidnap me. We both walked inside my room and closed the door. "Thank you for bringing me to my room." I said to Daniel, looking into his eyes. "Of course." he replies, looking deep into my eyes as well. I wasn't sure what was happening right now but I'm pretty sure it's the alcohols' fault. Daniel stepped further towards me, if that was even possible. "I wish you a good night, see you tomorrow at the track." he says, not breaking eye contact. All I was able to do was nodding. He pulled me into a hug and both of us back into reality. "Good night Daniel." I say and close the door. That was kinda weird, something like this never happened between us. I decided to stop interpreting it further more and went to sleep.
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I was so excited for the track walk today. I hopped into the shower and got dressed in my team wear. I walked down to the breakfast room. I met a few members of the team and joined them. Just a few moments passed by and Daniel walked in as well. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other. He got himself something to eat and sat down next to me. I was relieved that it's not a weird situation between us after yesterday.
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Arriving at the track I probably looked like a child in a candy shop. I was so exited to see everything in real life. I took a lot of pictures of every little detail that caught my eye, trying my best to catch every moment for my dad. He'd be so happy to be here right now. Another moment where I realized how much I miss him. Don't get me wrong I also miss my mum but the connection my dad and I have when it comes to F1 is just different.
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