Monza - {Lando Norris}

Chapter 1

My alarm begins to blare and I quickly roll over and grab my phone to turn it off, 2pm, I sigh loudly and rub my eyes as I adjust to the bright light peeking through my badly closed curtains, I honestly regret signing up to do the late night shifts. I force myself to get up since I have so much to do but of course I find myself sitting down once again scrolling through the work group-chat which seems to have blown up since last night, I scroll aimlessly through the chat thinking that maybe something is changing once again, we got informed last week that we were giving away with our boring uniforms, we've been told to just wear what we want as long as it's suitable for the job and modest. I'm about to throw my phone until I see the dreaded word 'Grand Prix Weekend' I jump up "Fuck" I've only worked one grand prix weekend since joining Hotel de la Ville and the only word I can use to explain it is... hell. Our manager was writing paragraphs into the group-chat about all the drivers that are staying with us this weekend and that most of them had already booked in but one was running late and that it would be my job tonight to show him and his companions to their rooms, I send a thumbs up into the group-chat before throwing my phone onto the pillow "Fuck fuck fuckity" The last time I never had to deal with them one on one since doing late night shifts meant I rarely deal with anyone but of course one of the stupid drivers had to be running late. I hop out the shower and look in the mirror, I rub at the dark circles underneath my eyes and then quickly brush my hair before wrapping it up in a towel, I sit down at my small makeup table which is an utter disaster, like honestly it looks like someone robbed my apartment and attacked this makeup table, I note in the back of my head to clean it but we all know it will be the same thing tomorrow. I swiftly apply my makeup and double check to make sure everything looks acceptable and it's to my standard so I begin to dry my hair, once my hair is dried I'm now on to my most complicated decision off the day, to curl or straighten my hair. I've been blessed with thick lengthy hair (thanks mum) After a couple minutes of mentally fighting myself, I decide to curl it loosely. I throw on my outfit that I've been planning to wear, I bought it the other day from the most delightful little boutique, the dress fits perfectly and snugs my body in the right places, I double check to make sure that it meets the criteria for work and it feels right to me, I slip on a pair of black heels and doing the clips on both feet. I spray myself with my favourite perfume and throw on my nude coloured trench coat and grabbing my gucci handbag which I decided to buy for myself last christmas, it's like my baby if I'm being honest, I love it with all my heart. I look at the time and its 4:30, right on time I think to myself, the shuttle bus stop is a 5 minute walk from my apartment so I quickly glance at myself in the mirror one more time and fix a bit of hair that is sticking up and then I set off, double checking that I've locked my door.

The shuttle bus journey felt incredibly short but I'm not complaining about that, I now have a 20 minute walk, the air was enjoyable but every now and again there was a slight breeze which made my teeth clatter. I picked up my pace to get to the small cafe opposite my job. I don't start work until 6pm but I like to be close by early on as then I won't feel rushed. I push the door open and I'm met with the smell of the alluring food and coffee "Ah my favourite girl is here" Lorenzo speaks up from behind the bar "Hi Lorenzo" he begins to make my oat milk hazelnut latte without me even having to ask "You will be busy this weekend no?" His thick italian accent fills the cafe, I wish I still had my thick accent but my family moved to the UK 2 years ago for a job opportunity for my dad I've lost it but it's slowly coming back since I've moved back here, it was hard to leave my family there but I came back since I was offered the job in the hotel and I didn't want to pass up the opportunity "Don't talk about it, I have a stress headache thinking about it already" He let out a loud laugh "Don't worry bellissimo, you can do it, I believe in you!" I smile at him and he hands me my latte and I begin to dig through my handbag to get hold of my purse and Lorenzo immediately tuts "On the house cara mia" I attempt to fight with him over this but he turns his back and walks off on me. I check the time once again and it's 4:55, I have plenty of time so I look around and find a cosy seat beside the fireplace, I place my stuff down and sit down before taking a sip of my latte, this cafe is my quiet place and I'm so thankful for it. I begin to look through my bag again until I retrieve my book and find myself absorbed in it. I find myself in a trance with my book but I'm quickly tore from that once the door opens and the  breeze slips in the door, I look up at the grandfather clock that is situated in the corner of the cafe, it reads '5:50PM' I place everything back into my bag and check myself out in my phone camera and see everything still looks perfect. I push myself up from the chair even though it feels as if I'm glued to the seat. I wave bye to Lorenzo "Good luck Sofia!" He sticks both thumbs up, you would think I'm travelling halfway across the world with how he's reacting but it's sweet, he's like my grandfather. I quickly make my way across to the hotel and as the doors revolve again, I swiftly enter them and I'm met with the warmth of the hotel lobby.