A HIT NEW BOMBSHELL ENTERS THE F1 WORLD
Celia Winter, the first woman to ever win a Grand Prix and the woman that almost (by 9 points) won the world championships her second year
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Note; if Lando is really dating the girl I am using as face claim I am gonna have a field day SHE IS 19!
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"I hate this weather" complained Celia making Max chuckled "because you didn't win or because it's raining?" inquired the Dutch driver "at least I finished 0.5 seconds after Lewis" "shut up" Max pushed her sightly
"Come on it's silverstone, 2 more races until summer break, you'll survive Mr. World Champion" laughed the blonde "did I ever tell you that it is kinda cute if you call me World Champion" Max smiled, the teasing tone giving way to a genuine warmth.
Celia rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "Don't let it get to your head. It's just a title, you know."
As they approached the restaurant, the aroma of warm food mingled with the fresh scent of rain. The cozy ambiance welcomed them, providing a stark contrast to the lively chaos of the club.
They settled into a corner, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm hue over their faces. The conversation flowed effortlessly, shifting from racing tales to more personal anecdotes.
"You know, despite the rain, tonight was pretty great," Max admitted, his gaze lingering on Celia.
"Yeah, it was," Celia agreed, a contented smile on her face. "Sometimes, it's good to just enjoy the moment, even if it's a rainy night in Silverstone."
Max nodded, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think we should do this more often." Celia raised an eyebrow. "What? Go out for dinner?" Max shook his head, a playful grin on his face. "No, no, not that. You know what I mean." Celia's cheeks flushed slightly, but she couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, come on, Max. You know I can't take you seriously when you say things like that." Max leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"Well, why don't you just ask me then?" Celia's eyes widened. She knew Max had a reputation as a ladies man, and she never thought he'd be so bold.
"What did you have in mind?" Max grinned, leaning back in his seat. "I'm sure there are plenty of women at the club who would love to go home with you." Celia blushed, unable to believe what she was hearing.
