The Guy Down the Hall- F1

Lo Siento BB

"Does Leclerc know?"

"Know what, Max?"

A third voice breaks the tension angry as hell, Ilaria could tell out of experience.

Her first reaction was to push him away, which she did rather hard since Max groaned loudly.

"Was he bothering you, Ilaria?" Charles asked, still so angry his voice went deeper. He moved forward, only for Ilaria to raise her hand to stop him.

"We were just talking" She answered between gritted teeth, sending a glare at Max. "What are you doing here."

Please don't make a scene.

"I don't understand what's your problem," Max started which made Ilaria groan. "She's not yours to boss around and tell her who to talk to or not"

"Max!" Ilaria turns to him angrily.

"Because when it's with you, she shouldn't talk to you!"

"Charles!" At this point believe it or not she wanted to laugh. They looked so funny fighting for something so stupid, a snort unintentionally leaving her mouth in amusement.

For a moment she just stayed back watching how they bickered with each other, thinking it was all a joke until Max pushed Charles.

"Oh gods," Murmured Ilaria. "Stop it, it's stupid to-"

A punch Max's way caught her off guard. Staring wide eyed at a raging Charles as Max groaned in disbelief.

"The fuck is wrong with you," Max moved forward grabbing Charles by the neck before throwing another punch.

"STOP IT WHAT THE FUCK" She moved towards them, grabbing Max's shirt trying to separate them.

Her desperate screams for them to stop are silenced when Charles accidentally elbowed her stomach. Ilaria stepped back breathing hard trying to catch her breath while hugging herself, not understanding what their deal is.

So without a thought, she walked away. Closing the door quietly shutting the fight from her ears.

Let them fight over nothing because it's obvious it's a problem between them and not with her.

—

Miami Grand Prix.

May.

Media is torture on Friday.

It is the one time a day where she has it free, and by being free it means Charles or Max can see her resting or walking around.

She didn't speak to neither after the fight. Flying over to New York a week before so she could go back to her apartment and get a few more things.

Ilaria ignored Charles' stares during briefing of the team, during breakfast at the hotel, even going as far as getting off a few floors down her actual room so he wouldn't bother her.

She walked around the paddock, kind of hopeful she could see any celebrity so she would fangirl, hoping to see Tom Holland or any artist around.