LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

FIFTY SEVEN

FIFTY SEVEN

"Who doesn't love Bahrain?"

Larissa Cohen smiled as she stood in the paddock of the Bahrain Grand Prix, her black Mercedes suit making her already warm body become even warmer.

Thank God she was Brazilian and used to the heat.

Her long dark hair was braided in to two French plaits to make sure that it didn't stick to the back of her neck that had started to become sweaty. The braids were a tiny bit uneven, but she didn't mind.

Uncle Sebby had tried his best.

An arm wrapped itself around her shoulders, making the Cohen girl turn her head to face the man, seeing her newest team mate staring back at her.

"I love the track, but the heat is a no-no."

Valtteri Bottas smiled down at his team mate, sweat lining his face and dripping down the back of his neck. No matter how much he tried to stay cool, Bahrain was just way too hot for him.

He was Finnish, he liked the cold.

"In my trailer, there's a portable fan with a cooler system that you might like." Larissa explained to her team mate, seeing his face fill with relief, running off to find it of which he did, cheering in victory.

"It's heaven!"

He bellowed, the cooling system of the fan working wonders on cooling him down, because instead of just loads of hot air being blown in to his face, this time it was actually really really cold air instead.

"Keep it dude, you need it." Larissa chuckled, it turning in to laughter as the Finnish man ran up to her to kiss her cheek in thanks.

"You excited to be starting from pole for the first time in a Mercedes?"

Valtteri asked, since in qualifying, he had gotten himself third position whilst the Cohen girl had somehow managed to get it on pole on her very first try.

Must be in the genes.

The only driver in the way of the two team mates, was a certain Monégasque that she was dating. He had ran to congratulate her as soon as he had heard about her getting pole, kissing her in front of the cameras and revealing their relationship to the rest of the world.

"Oh you know that I am! I get to kick ass!" Larissa beamed with happiness and pride from how she managed to get on pole, with even second place being at least three whole seconds slower than she was.

"You always kick ass."

Lewis Hamilton and Toto Wolff smiled in happiness as they walked towards their little protégé, whose face was beaming with joy, which was a little bit infectious.

"Larissa."

Toto spoke up, with a soft smile on his face. "You've got a visitor."

The two men moved out of the way, side stepping to reveal a small man standing behind them, his smile a very familiar one and his clothes being merchandise of Mercedes with the name Cohen plastered all over it.

"Hey, little one."

Fernando Alonso smiled at the woman with a gentle smile, the same smile that he always reserved solely for his little niece who was now not so little.

Well, she was still five foot two, but she wasn't so young anymore, she was now twenty years old.

"Uncle Nando." Larissa nodded her head once at the man, confusing everybody around her at her unusually cold behavior towards her uncle.