Under the helmet | Charles Leclerc

~Chapter 27~

I wake up, my head isn't feeling too bad, still able to race. Thankfully, don't want a reserve reserve driver. I pull up to the paddock on time surprisingly and I see many fans in red and the noticeable orange of the papaya fans too. Viola then comes up to me in the garage and I give her a stern look, reminding her that she is not my favourite person right now.

"Firstly, I'm sorry for what I said about you, secondly you have an interview you need to be at in 10." She quickly says and leaves, before she gets too far, I grab hold of her wrist causing her to turn towards me.

"I'm sorry too." I pull her into a hug which she accepts, her being shorter than me, I lean my head on hers.

"Interview in 10, yeah? Who with?" I ask her, releasing her from the hug.

"You and the interviewer, so have fun!" She sarcastically says the last three words, which makes me roll my eyes, I don't like one-on-one interviews, I have no one else to talk to.

I quickly get myself ready for the interview before the race and everything comes back to my head from last night, god I feel like an idiot, crying out for help from someone who kissed another girl last night. Although I was never his it still hurt. I deter all my feelings and decide to focus on the interview ahead of me. The interviewer seems nice, and it's a challenge of me versus the interviewer which makes it somewhat more fun than just back and fourth talking.

I arrive at where my interview is going to be done and I hear people's feet shuffling around before I go in the room. When I get in, I see a kitchen and my face instantly lights up, cooking is one of my strengths that I'm actually good at.

"Maeve Walker! Good to see you, right in case you haven't seen, we will be cooking." The interviewer greets me, shaking my hand.

"I can see, what are we cooking? I'll have you know, cooking is one of my strengths." I chuckle a bit, whilst the interviewer chuckles back at me showing me around the kitchen.

"We will be cooking pancakes! We heard that they are you favourite!" The interviewer responds, and my mind instantly falls, not to sure if my face falls as well.

"Yes, pancakes are my favourite, only if they are done right." I say, trying to pick myself back up from my momentary fall.

"And how do you cook pancakes right, in your opinion?" The interviewer asks.

"That is something you'll have to find out." I cheer up, trying to lighten the mood in my own mind.

"Interesting! Seems I've prepared myself for a challenge! Now we'll start in a minute, let's put on out aprons and chef hats." She gives me an apron and a chef hat, while I laugh at the seriousness of this interview.

The interviewer and myself put the aprons and chef hats on and we both stand behind our kitchens, ingredients in front of us.

"3... 2... 1... Go!" The interviewer counts down.

I immediately pick up the flour, eggs and a few other ingredients to mix the pancake batter in a small mixing bowl with a whisk. The ingredients make a perfect gold-yellow colour in the bowl and are perfect consistency. When I mixed the ingredients perfectly, I put the pan on the hob and turn the gas on and drizzle some oil into the pan so the pancake would definitely not stick. I search in the drawers for a turner to flip the pancakes and to serve them on the plates.

"Where's the bloody pancake flipper!!" My words fall out my laugh and the background crew and the interviewer beside me all burst out laughing.

"A turner?" The interviewer manages to get out in her minutes of laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, that thing, I need one!!" I shout back, panicking while searching for the turner.

"Second drawer beneath some of the other utensils, we did give you a tour of this kitchen didn't we?" She sarcastically asks, and I immediately shut the third drawer and ravage through the second one, finding the turner.