Well known German figure skater, Heidi Schumacher, was doing a show in Australia one evening, when a certain Williams driver in the crowd catches her attention.
21 year old Heidi Schumacher aims to be the best, dealing with the struggles of her pas...
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Qualifying went terrible for the American. Being dead last yet again, feeling the pressure on his shoulders heavy as he pushed himself out the car. He knows the teams disappointed, he knows he failed.
A middle age man walked up to the young driver, patting his shoulder, "Don't beat yourself up Logan, remember it's just Qualifying, theirs always tomorrow." The team principle, James Vowles, gave him a comfort smile.
"Thanks, James." He said, trying to cover the sadness in his voice as he pulled his helmet and balaclava off.
No time for a break, his PR already dragged him away for interviews which he dread. The entire time he played with his water bottle, being like a little fidget toy for him.
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Mick ended up getting P13, getting knocked out in Q2. Disappointment filled him as he was finishing his interviews, wishing he would've done better.
A sigh escaped the Germans lips as he walked. His PR left him so he was on his own to head back to the Mercedes hospitality. On his stroll, his eyes caught the sight of the two papaya drivers hiding behind a bush, staring at... his sister?
Concerned, he walked up to the duo, "Hey guys." The teammates jumped, not expecting him to appear behind them.
Lando held his chest, "Shit you scared me!"
Mick tilted his head like a lost puppy, "What are you guys doing?" He asked curiously, gesturing between them, the bush, and Heidi.
The McLaren duo looked at each other, a single sweat dripping down the Brits face.
"Oh we were just-" Lando started stepping away, but Oscar grabbed his shoulder to prevent him from leaving.
The Aussie mentally sighed at his teammate, "We were just looking for- LOGAN!" The rookie yelled unexpectedly, pointing to the Williams driver who was just heading to his team's hospitality.
Mick raised a brow, looking behind him. Logan stopped in his tracks to see them and Mick. Overall confused, the Mercedes driver turned back to the McLaren pair.
"Sorry Mick we have to go." Oscar said, grabbing his teammates sleeve and pulling him to the number 2 driver ahead.
"No, no not you two." Logan said loudly, waving his arms about. Without another moment passing, he was being dragged by the trouble teammates to the McLaren hospitality. Mick couldn't hear the conversation, but it was clear it was one the American wanted no part in
The German watched the trio leave before shrugging, walking over to his sister. Heidi was already inside sitting comfortably. Mick entered to see his sister scrolling through Instagram, a Williams hat in front of her. He snuck up behind her, poking her shoulder.
She jumped, "Bloody hell!" She slammed her phone down in a strange panic, "Don't scare me like that!" She punched his arm as he laughed.
He grinned brightly at his sisters reaction. His eyes veered down to the hat, a LS logo being seen. His smile faded slightly, his finger grazed the white brim.
