𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 / 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦

3..

May 11th 2019

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I was in Kimi's garage talking with Minttu as my brother was out for his third practice.

He managed to get a solid 1:17.969, making him place in 9th.
Sainz behind in 10th, and Albon ahead in 8th.
Although Kimi wasn't very happy with his placing, me and Minttu were bouncing wall to wall. Engulfing him in a tight hug as soon as he stepped out of his vehicle.

The three of us had planned on going out for a quick brunch, but it later turned into two, then just me alone.
Kimi had been informed that he had to stay, look over results, talk with the crew about what could improve, if there's issues, and whatnot. In prep for qualifying later today. Minttu decided that she wanted to stay and wait for my brother.

I was walking along the pitlane, a camera in hand. I took pictures of the track, many of the teams garages, all that jazz, to send in to the Formula 1 media. The big guys.

During that, I had quick side conversations with a couple of the drivers, joking it up. Mostly with Daniil the 'Torpedo,' Daniel the 'Honey Badger,' Alex and of course Sebastian, since they had packed up early from practice.

I had wanted to pop by Carlos' garage, to congratulate him. Applaud him, as well as give him a "Goodluck" for if I don't see him before qualifying.

But he hadn't been there.

I turned around a corner as I was leaving, only to bump into someone. Again.

"Jesus christ.." I mutter, taking in the impact. Straightening myself out, I look to see who I walked into only to be met with a set of familiar blue eyes. "Oh.. you again! I'm so terribly sorry."

A slight shade of pink rushing to his face. "I uh..- its all good. Don't worry about it. Mainly my fault." He looked down towards his hands, putting his all his attention towards his fidgeting fingers. "Okay, well.. Goodluck, you are going out on track right?" I said, trying to make the interaction between us less awkward; uncomfortable.

"Oh uh no. I just got back from practice, was out and about looking for Carlos." His gaze landing on me, then down towards the camera I had hanging around my neck. "What're you up to?" He began nibbling on his bottom lip, connecting his eyes with mine.
"Work related stuff."

"Not trying to steal all our secrets and report back to Alfa Romeo, right? Cause if so, I don't think we could be friends." He giggled and held a bright smile on his face, showcasing his dimples.

"Who said I would want to be friends with a McLaren driver." I joked back, watching his eyebrows scrunch together, but still holding a small smile.
"1. Ouch, and 2. What's so wrong with being friends with a McLaren driver? Its the McLaren way or the highway." He pushed his chest out a bit, his face now becoming serious but you could tell he was fighting off the urge to laugh. This only caused me to laugh myself.

"I think a year or so from now, your mind'll change about the orange." I clasp my hands around my camera, I advert my eyes away from Lando as I see a blob of red walking across the pitlane, seeing as it was Sebastian. "I should probably get going though..-" as I was about to say my goodbyes, the brit infront of me had cut me off from doing so. "Where are you heading off to? I don't have any plans until quali." I look back towards him, locking my eyes with his once again. "I- uh.. only if you don't have any yourself. We could perhaps.. hang out? If you want to. But you probably still have your.. work thingy, so I'll leave you to it. Forget I had asked." he began rambling, fumbling a few words. I took a few seconds glancing over his figure.