The 21 year old Nisha Wixx is a girl that lives in an hotel in Paris with her dad. He is the main cook there. When she met a boy in the hotel after a little accident she had, her life is going to change completely.
But the boy needed to leave Paris...
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Three months later...
It was pre-season testing in Bahrain as Nisha entered the paddock with her cousins behind her on each sides, like they were her bodyguards.
Lando invited her, he already did it now instead of the first race. Because it's less busy and crowded in de paddock and around the track.
Nisha asked if she could bring Sam and Miles, just so she had her people around.
She didn't know if she would get along with all of the other drivers and girlfriends... so if it turn out she didn't, she still had her cousins to keep her company while Lando was testing the new McLaren F1 car.
'I've missed this.' Miles said as they were walking towards the McLaren motorhome, where they would meet up with Lando before he had to be in the car.
'Yeah me too.' Sam said, admiring his surroundings like a little kid.
The two cousins attended races since little boys, they even had been invited a few times in Monaco and Miami because they gained followers.
You can say they're true fans.
'Where do we need to go?' Nisha asked, not being familiar with the place at all.
'That way.' Sam pointed towards the place where all of the motorhomes are.
They walked towards the McLaren one, but passed Mercedes first.
'Myra mother fucking Russel.'
'Nisha mother fucking Wixx??? Omg girl it's been so long!!! What are you doing here?' Answers the girl while they almost run towards the other and embraced each other in a hug.
'What are you doing here?' She asked the girl.
'You must remember George.' Myra said as her brother walked out of the Mercedes motorhome.
'Nisha!!'
'George!! You've actually made it to formula one.' Nisha said as they hugged.
'I never expected to see you around here, ever.' George laughed, before giving Miles and Sam a bro-like hug.
'Well, I'm here with Lando. Actually we were on our way to the McLaren motorhome.'
'But already more of a Mercedes fan than a McLaren fan?' A British accent Nisha recognized came from behind, causing everyone to turn around.
'Lando!' Nisha hugged him as he had a big smile on his face.
'Already made friends?' He asked her.
'Well, Myra and I used to go to fashion school together in Las Vegas from the age of twelve already, until I moved. But since I moved to Paris we lost contact due busy schedules we both had. My best friend. We were/are really close and that's also why I've known George since the age of twelve, but he always hung out with Miles and Sam while I hung out with Myra. But when me and Myra were like 15/16 we always hung out with the four of us.'
