Street vs Track - Lando Norris

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Nat
I walk into the Red Bull garage with my head held high, a smile on my face and my spirits up. Mainly for the street race later.

I walk in and I see Max sitting on a chair with his head on the table. I walk over to him and kiss him on the head.

"Well, there is the man of the hour," I say.

"I fucking hate you." He says groaning. I knew he was talking about last night. He was one of the few that had some drinks.

"Oh come on who did I get drunk seriously?"

"Yourself, Charlotte, Kelly, Carmen, Isabel, Lando, Myself, Charles and Daniel."

"You'll be fine just have a margarita and you'll feel right as rain."

"No." He replies. "The girls are eating doughnuts to cure the hangover in the dressing room with P sleeping on the couch for her nap."

I then leave his site and go to the dressing room.

"Donuts again without inviting me?" I ask pouting my lips.

"You were too busy knocked out on your couch," Isabel says.

"That's because I had fun."

"Yeah well, you managed to get us all drunk. Now Charles is out to get you." Charlotte chimes in.

"Same with George," Carmen responds.

"Max hates you either way," Kelly replies stuffing her mouth with a doughnut. I sit down and stuff my face with a chocolate-sprinkled doughnut.

"After we have these doughnuts we need to go out and watch the race," Kelly says.

I swallow.

"Well you guys do that I'll see you somewhere, but I am going bye," I say getting up and leaving the room. I walk around the paddock for a little bit before I enter the F1 driver's little centre. I go to the entry but the security guard stops me.

"F1 drivers only."

"You must not know who I am," I reply putting my hands on my hips.

"Lady I don't care who you are, you aren't getting in."

"Don't worry. She's with me." Someone says wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I knew that voice all too well.

"Of course Mr Leclerc." We then walk into the room. It had some gym equipment and the newest F1 simulator.

"For the record, my name is Nat Verstappen," I yell out. Charles let me go. "Well thank you, kind sir."

"What do you want in here?" He asks. I turn to him he is wearing his white fireproofs with his overalls unzipped to his waist. As most drivers do before or after their race.

"That," I reply pointing to one of the sims.

"Well, then there isn't a dull moment for me to train before a race." I smile at him walking to a simulator. I put my bag down and sit in the chair. It was kind of slanted as the screens as well were facing down. I put my foot on the gas pedal signalling I am ready. I turn to Charles he does the same.

"3," I say.

"2."

"1." We then push hard on the pedal zooming over in the game. Going through every turn.
Every speed. I cross the line first.

"The fuck!" Charles yells.

"That's a win for me," I say.

"Okay, you need to be an F1 driver." He replies. I sit up against the chair and then look to my side. Three F1 drivers were looking at our race. Riccardo, Hamilton and Norris.