DEARRIVAL

First race weekend

Seb promised me to be here for me the first race weekend and he is. "Hey little one. Excited for your first qualifying." Seb asked me. Im still looking on my phone. Do people really think of me that way?  That im just a whore going home with Lando? He and i are just friends and i dressed for myself and not for anybody else. It's ridiculous but it hurts. Seb looks over my shoulder to see what i'm looking at. Then he takes my phone out of my hands. "Don't read that. They don't know who you are but i know. You are a talented Formula 1 driver who dresses how she wants and works hard for her goals. You are Y/n Ricciardo don't let anybody change you." He says to me. I pull him into a hug. "I'm so grateful that you are here. Hopefully i will be as good as you." I say to him. I take a step back. "See you after Q3." He had definitely built up my confidence. After qualifying Max and Lando walk towards me. "You did great. Well not as great as me but still not bad." Max says to me. "Good job. She almost stole my position." Lando says. Im P5 and Lando P4. "My own sister a rookie made it into Q3 and i didn't. That's just unbelievable." Daniel says happy. Lando hugs me and at the same time Charles walks out of the Ferrarie garage. "Pole for Ferrarie not bad Leclerc." I said to Charles. He smiles a bit. "P5 isn't bad either for a rookie." He says to me. "Doesn't mean that you will win tomorrow. Carlos made P3 he has good chances for the podium." Lando says. "Such a supportive husband." I mock him. Later i have changed my clothes ready to leave my drivers room. But as i open my door i see Charles. "Wrong room Leclerc." "I know i just wanted to tell you that the bartender has been fired. So if you wanna celebrate my victory on Sunday you don't have to deal with the jerk." He said to me. "My problems are my problems. I thought you don't want to be distracted?" I ask him. "One-time thing. I will focus on my career no matter what this means to you. I know the whole world loves you and believes in you but i will not carry you to the podium. You have to earn your place at the podium." He said to me. Ofcourse he's like that again. This man won't change. And he is not right not everbody believes in me. I take a step closer to him. And i say to him "you will beg me to give you a seat on the podium. You are just so mean because you know that I'm capable of beating you." "Oh princess we both know that i'm better than you. You will be the one begging."
He says and he has the audacity to wink. "And for the record: i think you looked stunning. But in your race outfit when you are full of joy you look like the starry sky embellished with red fireworks." Everybody else told me i look pretty and my rival who's supposed to be my teammate tels me that.