Behind the façade - MV

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Max POV:

I wake up on a Thursday morning, the anticipation of media day in Formula 1 running through my mind. It's going to be another long day of interviews, appearances, and constant media attention. I groggily drag myself out of bed, already mentally preparing for the relentless scrutiny that comes with being an F1 driver.

After a quick shower and the obligatory tooth-brushing routine, I throw on my Red Bull Racing shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. It's a casual day, and I opt for comfort over style. Grabbing the keys to my car, I head out, my thoughts drifting to the recent Pierre and Maya situation.

This whole "thing" with Maya and Pierre has been a thorn in my side. Maya seems to despise me, and I can't for the life of me figure out why. So, I've just been playing along, keeping the tension at bay. But the way she's been acting around Pierre is driving me crazy. I can't stand the thought of her being interested in him.

As I pull into the paddock, I scan the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of Maya. She's nowhere in sight. I make my way toward the gathering of my fellow drivers.

There they are: Charles, Pierre, Carlos, and George, all chatting away. It appears we're in the same group for today's interviews. I nod in greeting, trying to keep a straight face eken I'm met by Him. though the Pierre-Maya situation is still gnawing at me.

As we settle in for the interview, my attention drifts to Maya, why is she here. She is in the corner  conspicuously holding a camera and snapping pictures of everything in sight. "Weird," I think to myself, my curiosity piqued. Why is she taking pictures during the interview? She's taking pictures of us in the interview so I smile towards the camera she is holding.

Lost in thought, I barely register the interviewer asking me a question. My gaze keeps drifting back to Maya, wondering what's going on with her. The distractions make it challenging to focus on the interview, but I do my best to stay composed. Something is definitely brewing, and I can't help but feel that it's about to hit the fan.

A few minute later Maya leaves and that's when all of a sudden my attention is back to the interview and crew.

Later that day;

As I wrapped up the last of my media duties for the day, I made my way to the drivers' room to gather my things. The plan was to head back to Charles' apartment to join him for a workout; he had a gym on the top floor, and it was a convenient way to keep in shape.

When I went out to meet Charles I wasn't expecting to see his girlfriend;Alex, and Maya. They all were engaged in a lively conversation when they noticed me. I couldn't miss Maya's eye roll and the annoyed groan that escaped her lips at the sight of me. Well, this was going to be interesting.

Thankfully, I had my own car with me, and the last thing I wanted was to be trapped in an awkward situation. I flipped Maya off casually and made my way to my car. Just as I was about to drive away, I heard a knock on my window. It was Maya.

I rolled down the window and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "What do you want?" I said.

Maya sighed, her irritation evident. "Trust me, I didn't want this either. But I also don't want to ruin the small amount of time Charles has with his girl. So, can you drive me home? Charles mentioned you were going that way anyway."

I couldn't help but grin at her. "What makes you think I'm so nice?"

She shrugged. "I don't think you're nice, Max. I just hoped you'd be a decent friend to Charles."

Ouch

I contemplated for a moment, then decided to give in. But before I even got answer Maya said "You know what, never mind. I know Pierre and Carlos are still in their drivers' room. I'll just ask one of them," Maya said, starting to walk away.

Pierre, Pierre, Pierre

Panicking a bit, I called out to her, "Maya, come here. Don't bother the guys. I'll just take you."

She turned back, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "What happened to not being nice?"

I smirked. "Technically, I never said I was not nice. I asked why you would think if I'm nice."

"Touché," she replied, and with that, she got into the passenger seat, and I started driving. It was undeniably awkward, but maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of a slightly less contentious relationship between Maya and me.

I hope.

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This was very rushed, it's not proofread so just ignore any wrong plzz. Work and Uni is givin me a headache 🤕