i rlly need to think of new ways to organise my one shot books than like playlists, it doesn't work very well espcecially when i shuffle around publishing.
oh well, not my problem soz
she's lawng. tell me if there's any weird gaps, the wc differs on every website.
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2015:
"Can you explain this picture?" The reporter asks, hovering in front of you with a phone in hand. The crappy quality is amplified as they have zoomed into the point where the picture is unrecognizable. You squint your eyes to see it and can't make out quite what they're trying to show.
"Sorry, w-what is that?" You ask, drawing back and squinting your eyes, resisting the urge to close them from exhaustion. Whoever decided it would be a good idea to do interviews after nearly 100 continuous laps in some barely held together race car with no break was a sadist. No other explanation.
"Oh! It's a picture of you in a car with a guy." The reporter said eagerly and shoved the phone your way. You briefly looked at the camera, an unimpressed look on your face, before turning back to the phone and squinting again.
You paused for a minute and drew back, your face still scrunched up, and exhaled.
"Nahhhhhh." The drew out word left your mouth.
The reporter's head tilted and they frowned.
"But it is! It's you in Seoul after the Japanese Grand Prix!" He continued, looking very determined. You plastered a confused expression on your face.
"I've never been to Seoul before." His face dropped and he turned back to his phone, as though trying to rationalize what he was hearing.
"Have you just taken a picture of... two random people in a car? To me it honestly doesn't even look like anything cause it's so zoomed in but to each their own." You finished your words with a shrug.
"No, my source told me that that was 100% you! They said they saw you get in the car at the airport." He continued on, undeterred by your flat disregard.
"I hate to say it, your contact's wrong. I've never even set foot in the country." You shrugged before turning to your PR manager who was gesturing for you to leave, with rather forceful movements. That was to clue you in that you were in trouble. With her personally or with the boss man, you didn't know.
"Lovely to see you again, though." You smiled and held your hand over. The interviewer tentatively took it and you exchanged good-byes before you turned around and left to go onto more interviews. The glance you exchanged with your PR manager told you that you were lucky you had not been caught out on your multiple lies and you heaved a sigh of relief to yourself.
Being the only female driver in a heavily male dominated sport was incredibly stressful. Add to that the eyes of reporters trying to find you doing anything remotely weird to spin it into a scandal and you had a lot of things to worry about. Especially since you had just started a relationship with a highly coveted Kpop singer which you were determined to keep under wraps.
You both had a bet running with each other. The first person to reveal the relationship would lose. There was no consequence but your pride, something which both of you had a bit too much of.
And so, a game was born. It simultaneously made you more careful of revealing your relationship while also making it a fun game.
This also meant that you had to start constantly lying to reporters to get out of tricky situations. Surely nothing bad could ever come from this.
2016:
"How does it feel to be a key contender for the championship?" Asked a reporter, directing it to, of course, Lewis Hamilton, who was sat beside Daniel in a panel of drivers. You were sat on the other side of Daniel, the small desk in front of you reaching for miles on either side.
