LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

SEVEN

SEVEN

"Anthoine, are you here for the superior Frenchie, or for little old me?"

"For the both of you actually, papouille."  Anthoine Hubert smiled softly at one of his closest friends. She held a mango and passion fruit smoothie in one hand and a croissant in the other.

Larissa squealed in protest as her friend stole her croissant from her hand and took a bite from it, tearing a large section which was roughly half of the size of the pastry that she had bought for her breakfast.

"You annoying little shit!" Larissa huffed in annoyance, before she glared at the sound of loud laughter, turning to see her team mate, Pierre Gasly approaching the duo with an elated smile on his face. "Docinho, the asticot is bullying me and stealing my food!"

"Ooo, croissant." Pierre spoke, eating the other half of the croissant, ignoring his team mates whine in defeat. "Hey, buddy." He greeted his friend with their usual handshake.

"Hey, Pierre. I can't stay long, I said I would meet Charles and Esteban too, but until then, I figured that we could catch up, and you two can tell me all about how Charles took the news of Larissa being Luiz's daughter." Anthoine grinned as his friends laughed, rolling their eyes at his words.

"Well, he didn't do a Lando."

"No fainting?" Anthoine gasped, placing his hand on his heart. "Not fair, he should have fainted!"

"He ran away." Pierre admitted with a loud laugh.

Anthoine's eyes widened. "Oh, that is way better than doing a Lando, do tell me more."

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"You know what to do, right?" Zahra held her friends shoulders, staring in to the brown of her eyes. "Floor it, don't crash, get as quick lap as you possibly can."

Larissa rolled her eyes. "Really? I thought that after turn one that I would just drive in to the barrier, you know. Seems like a fun idea."

"You know, this is the problem with you." Zahra huffed. "You're being sarcastic but at the same time, you would literally try it." The Bailey woman shook her head.

"I'm not gonna be there to pull you out from your wrecked car again if you do, I'm in the Toro Rosso garage and I think Franz has got one of the engineers to babysit me." Zahra warned her best friend to drive with caution.

"Relax, it's in the Cohen genes to do well at Bahrain, I got this."

It was true.

Larissa did have it.

She qualified in 7th, just behind her team mate who also had it, qualifying 6th.

Zahra was next to Franz when both of his drivers made it in to the top ten with ease, and she swore that the man nearly had a heart attack from shock.

She also noticed that as soon as her best friend left the car, that she was approached by a certain team principal, dressed in red.

"Miss Cohen, great qualifying." Maurizio Arrivabene smiled at the young girl. He noticed her scowl at his presence. "I came to wish you luck from Ferrari for the race."

"I do not care, leave me alone." Larissa glared coldly at the man who was in charge of the team that killed her father.

"We hope to recruit you to our Ferrari team next season, since you declined the seat this season." Maurizio spoke politely to the girl.