LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

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Franz Tost had been avoiding his newest driver as much as he could, since he attempted to take her seat from her and failed as most of the drivers on the grid were ready to defend her.

Though, he couldn't help but be concerned for her wellbeing as he saw her beating the shit out of a punchbag in the garage gym.

He watched her carefully, seeing sweat flooding off her in waves, and a very familiar scowl that she had inherited from her father on her face.

Every hit that the punchbag took from the five foot two girl, seemed to grow stronger and stronger, as she hit it harder and harder, and he couldn't help but worry as to what caused her anger to erupt in the way it did.

She grunted as her fists repeatedly punched at the punchbag as she had been imagining that the bag was her fathers engineer. Her knuckles were wrapped, but she could still see the spots of blood which had begun to form, peaking through her wrapped hands.

Her head couldn't get over the fact that her father was supposed to retire after Monza, before the end of the season, despite the fact that he was set for winning a sixth world drivers championship title.

"Kid."

Franz interrupted the girls thoughts, as she turned to face her team principal with a scowl upon her face, angry that he had interrupted her boxing session.

"What do you want?" She huffed at the man, as she began to unwrap her knuckles.

He raised an eyebrow at her sharp tone, as his hands were on his hips. "Take a breath, kid."

Larissa rolled her eyes before taking a quick breath. "Done."

"You know what I mean."

"No, I don't think I do." Larissa spoke sourly, a look of distaste plastered on to her features. "Can I get back to beating the punchbag and imagining that it was you, or am I going to have to deal with your constant nagging all the time?"

Franz shook his head. "I would like you to go easy on the punch bag."

The Brazilian released a scoff. "And I would like my father back, but we don't all get what we want."

The team principal of Toro Rosso couldn't help but chuckle at her cold demeanour, and after seeing her more opening and happy side, he was a hundred percent sure, that he was dealing with the carbon copy of the icon that was Luiz Cohen.

"That, we don't." Franz nodded. He frowned as he noticed her aggressively shoving her belongings in to her workout bag, before she took a large gulp of her water. "Where are you going?"

"Red Bull." Larissa deadpanned. "I don't like Horner, but at least he'll let me work out in peace."

He could only stare dumbfounded as she walked away quickly, soon disappearing from his view.

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"Lieve, what are you doing here?"

Max Verstappen watched as an agitated Larissa Cohen sauntered over to him with a can of Red Bull in one hand and her workout bag in the other.

"Your team principal is annoying me, so I've come here to annoy you."  She huffed before taking a seat next to the Dutch boy, seeing that he had his hand outstretched towards her, a bag of Reeses pieces within his hand.

"Want some?" Max spoke as he noticed her eyebrows raising in surprise at the choice of snack. "Daniel gave me them, don't tell Christian."

"I won't." Larissa had to hold back a laugh. "If you don't tell Christian that I think he's a dick for watching and commenting on my workout."