Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
The United States. Miami. An insanely beautiful place, but also an insanely busy one. I thought I'd have time to get in a few more videos with at least one or two drivers, but every single one of them had other things to do until the following day.

'Go and look around, grab a drink or something. Francisca gets here in the afternoon and you can go to the beach or something.' Lando shrugged, brushing back his hair in the mirror.

'You're the only one who calls her that.' I laughed.

'Were not on nickname level yet.' He elbowed me.

'What've you got on?' I frowned.

'We've got a conference thismorning. You should come, and then go and hang out with Fran.' He insisted.

'Is it all of you?' I smiled excitedly.

'Yup.'

'That'll be good for my video.' I responded, grabbing my camera.

Both him and I knew that's not what I had meant, but I was thankful he kept his mouth closed.  I followed Lando to the conference room, taking a seat at the side again, away from all of the paparazzi.

'Pierre, can I talk to you about penalty points? You're now on 10 and if you get 12 you'll be forced to miss a race. How does that affect your approach coming into a race weekend?' The interviewer asked, kicking off the questioning.

'Well, I'm not going to lie, it's a very unpleasant situation and quite delicate. But there have been a lot of discussions with the FIA, trying to find a solution because personally, I want to do all the races.' Pierre answered.

'Max, at which point in the year did you think yep, the championship is back on?'

'It's a very good question. I don't really know, don't remember. Soon as we just started to... I mean, the Imola weekend was very good, like we had a really strong weekend. And then, of course, the gap was slowly reducing.' He responded, and I smiled like a proud mum.

The boys were good at dodging questions that was for sure. Charles was next, and I could see that he was stressed. He'd not had a good week in practice and the floor loved to bring that up.

'Let's have a few lighthearted questions because it has been a very stressful week for everyone involved. Charles, what could you watch for hours and never get bored of?'

His eyes fluttered over to me and I saw all of his nervous energy relax. He let out a small laugh, fiddling with his ring before looking up at the camera.

'The ocean.'

My heart skipped a beat and I had to try to hide my smile, a few camera's panning over to me after noticing mine and Charles's small interaction, but I kept myself neural, despite knowing he was talking about me.

'What about the ocean?' She pushed.

'It's so calming and hypnotic. The real wonder of the world for sure.' He responded.

She looked at him with a smile that made me angry, and so I pulled my phone from my pocket and continued to scroll until she'd finished her round of questions, her voice now seemingly getting on my nerves.

'Daniel, how are you finding this year with McLaren? This week will be your first race back since your injury, are you confident?'

My head snapped up to look at my brother. I was his biggest fan, but I was also his biggest critic. I wanted to make sure he did well for himself, showed the world how amazing he was.

'I'm very excited to be racing again and here in Miami it really is so exciting. Mclaren has a special place in my heart and so I'm very excited to see what we can make work and how hard we can push this car.' He smiled.