For as long as she could remember, Eilana Santos had looked up to Ayrton Senna as her inspiration, his face etched into her vision and her father reminded her that the man was the king of Brazilian racing. Since him, only one Brazilian Formula 1 rac...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
2012
"Nothing, Just an inchident!"
"Go away, Lana!"
"Never!"
A sixteen-year-old Eilana Santos rather liked teasing her friends when she knew they wouldn't take it too hard. She was always one to lighten the mood in her shy but humorous ways, something her parents had always been thankful for.
"It was quite funny, Charles," Anthoine Hubert snorted.
"It was and Max was all like 'this isn't fair'!" Eilana continued. "He told me to tell you that he wasn't happy but don't worry, I told him to lighten up!"
"It's only funny to you because you won that race!" Charles argued.
"Maybe but you're the most likely to win this championship," Eilana pointed out as she leaned her head on Anthoine's shoulder.
It had always been the three of them growing up, along with Pierre Gasly most times too, since they were all the French-speaking group. Charles and Eilana were raised together and Pierre and. Antoine joined their tight pack. Eilana adored it, they were her brothers and always would be.
"Don't be too mean, Lana, or he'll tell Jules you're bullying him again," Anthoine warned.
"No, don't tell Jules," Eilana whined. "I like being his favourite—"
"How are you his favourite? I'm his favourite."
"Santos superiority," She joked in return, ruffling his hair. "Sorry Charles, I didn't mean to make you sad. It was just an inchident—"
"Run, Lana!" Antoine warned as he couldn't stop laughing.
Eilana had little dynamics going on with each of them since she started karting too. She and Anthoine would always playful echo "Love you, boo." before every single race after making fun of Michael doing it to Eilana's dad.
