MATURE CONTENT WARNING
AMY
Practice days went by like lightning. Although we hadn't spent much time with the drivers since we got here, we needed to keep focused as today was race day. Charles was in P1, Max in P2 and Sergio P3. Lando was close behind in P4 and Daniel had found himself a little further back in P7.
Albert Park was bursting at the seams with fans, a large majority here to support Daniel in his home race. I chuckled to myself as I looked at the crowds of people, wearing Daniel's merchandise or holding up large cardboard cut-outs of his face. It was mental.
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"Ladies," Lando approached myself and Rachel as we shared a coffee together in hospitality. "We have been able to grant you guys some very rare seats for the race.""Rare?" Rachel questioned as she sipped on her coffee. She was wearing her Chanel sunglasses inside, trying to make herself look 'more classy' as she had told me earlier.
"Just follow me."
As we walked down the hallways of hospitality, we were soon approaching the entrances to the back of the garages. Being allowed in any garages is an absolute privilege. Rachel turned around and look at me as we walked in. She lowered her glasses and mouthed 'what the fuck'.
Lando handed us some headphones as we perched next to the cars in the garage. I looked around as the mechanics were busy at work, double checking the cars thoroughly.
"This in insane." I remarked, wide-eyed at where we had found ourselves.
"Perks of being a WAG, I guess?" She shrugged and moved her shades so now they were placed on her head.
"I'm not a WAG." I scolded.
"You're a F1 drivers girlfriend, you're a WAG." Rachel folder her arms across her chest as she made her point.
"One," I began and held my fingers in front of her face to make my point, "I'm not his girlfriend. Two," before I could finish my statement, Daniel had made an appearance into the garage, followed closely by another man. He had his headphones on and looked focused and in the zone.
"You're staring, Mrs Ricciardo." Rachel teased and giggled.
"Lando managed to get you guys in!" Daniel beamed and came over to where we were seated, well perched on stools. "Michael, I want you to meet Amy. Amy, this is my personal trainer Michael."
I shook Michael's hand as I greeted him with a smile.
"Daniel's told me all about you." Michael winked as he let go of my handshake. I gave Daniel a questionable look before he coughed to 'clear his chest'.
"Right, shall we race then?" Daniel rubbed his hands together and zipped up his race suit.
I never thought I'd say this, but Daniel looked even more attractive then usual. Something about those fireproofs...wow.
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