LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

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"They are going to love you, kid."

Larissa Cohen couldn't help but release a large sigh, as she rolled her shoulders to release the tension trapped inside.

The Brazilian stood, terrified, outside the garage of Toro Rosso, her new team for the 2018 Formula One season, fighting an internal battle as to whether or not she did the right thing signing for them.

The girls uncle and godfather, Kimi Raikonnen, a driver for Ferrari, the team her father had driven for when he died, stood beside her with his hand on her back to hopefully calm her nerves and offer support.

Kimi knew how scared she was. She would not only be the first woman to be in Formula One car to race with the men, but she was terrified that she would ruin the family name that held so much praise as a result of her father's racing reputation. He hated how much she was scared of disappointing her father, as he knew that she could never disappoint her father. Ever.

She was full of nerves, and she knew that if she bit the inside of her cheeks any harder that she would be tasting the metallic taste of blood, but she couldn't help it. It was a habit that she did when she was nervous, and had done since she was a child, something her uncle's always told her off for doing.

What if they didn't like her? Or what if her teammate hated her? What if fans hated her and gave her abuse? What if she wasn't good enough? What if she would be the reason that people say that Formula One is for men? What if she let her father down?

She had only just beaten her friend to the championship title in Formula 2, who was a guy, and she knew that the world would be watching her to see if it should have been the other way around.

"HI!"

Larissa flinched, stumbling back into her uncle when her thoughts were broken by a light haired boy who had practically jumped in front of her, a bright smile on his face, his hand in the air as he waved.

The boy was clearly excited to see her, whether it was because she had just passed the entry border of the garage, or because she was a girl, or maybe he was a Kimi super fan, she didn't know.

He opened his mouth to speak again to her, when another man stepped in front of her with a friendly smile on his face as he stared behind her at her uncle.

"You're not stealing my drivers, are you Kimi?" The man teased with a fake glare.

"Even if we wanted to, we would fail." Kimi shrugged his shoulders nonchantly, moving his hands onto his niece's shoulder and squeezed in comfort.

"And why is that?" The man, a gentleman with greying hair questioned with a furrowed eyebrow. He knew why, it was the reason that he was able to sign her, after all.

"I'd never join Ferrari." Larissa deadpanned. "I'd rather drive a Williams. I'd rather compete with a skateboard than even get in one of their cars."

The light haired boy stood behind the aging man released a snort, trying to conceal his laughter, causing the man in front of him to turn slowly around to glare at him.

"Miss Cohen." The man pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation before speaking to the woman. "This is your new teammate, Pierre Gasly."

"Hi, again." Pierre waved, his face still lit up in a bright smile.

"Pierre, this is Larissa Cohen." The man, Franz Tost, introduced the pair before walking away to speak to one of his strategists.

Pierre smiled at her as Larissa offered her hand for a handshake, but froze as her new teammate pulled her into a tight hug, before kissing both of her cheeks softly, not used to the action.