𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 / 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦

4..

May 12th 2019

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I was wearing shorts, an Alfa Romeo t-shirt, paired with sneakers -- my hair was up into a messy bun, sunglasses perched ontop of my head and the only makeup I had been wearing was mascara.

With my camera in my hands, I managed to get a few shots of the track, the drivers, each hospitality and so on, to send in. My job was simple -- take pictures, edit them and send them to the Formula 1 media for them to use, then I receive my paycheck. A fairly small paycheck, but what do you expect for snapping a few pictures here and there?

As much as I love my job, I knew that I wouldn't be here forever, this isn't something that I see myself doing for the next 5 or 10 years. Kimi has even given me the 'University talk,' so has Sebastian.

Recently I have been looking around, scoping out different programs at different Universities across Europe, but mostly based in Finland. I found a few programs that reached my interest, but I decided that for now I'd focus on whats infront of me and leave the future for another time.

"Suvi!" I was broken out of my train of thought as I heard a voice calling out my name. I turn around to find a figure dressed in the McLaren orange and blue walking towards me. Lando Norris.
He stops infront of me, a warm smile plastered on his face, embracing me in a hug.

I cursed at myself as I felt my face begin heating up at this small interaction between me and the brit.

Releasing my camera from my grasp, I wrap my arms around Lando. The hug lasted for a second too long before he pulls away. I take in his appearance, he was wearing his fireproofs -- unzipped and sitting around his hips since it was too hot for him having it fully on, and his long-sleeve that hugged his figure.
"You got the hots for me or something Suv?" He gives me a cheeky smile, his hands wrapping around my wrists. "Suv?" I ask, trying to direct the conversation a different way as I was too embarrassed of being caught.
"Yeah, Suv. Do you not like it?" He asks, still keeping his grasp.

"What- no, I don't mind." I shake my head, causing him to giggle. He began pulling me down the pitlane, his arm was around my shoulders. Just like he had done yesterday. "Good." He mutters.

"Where are we going?" I peered, seeing as we were passing by each teams garage. "McLaren." He continues walking us until we were just outside his garage, releasing his arm around my shoulder and taking hold of my hand. "You need a change of shirt for today's race." He added, looking back at me and gazing down at my shirt.
He pulls me towards a bench, as I open my mouth to speak -- he beats me to it. "Sit." Nodding his head down, releasing his hand from mine. I take a seat and took this time to scan over the photos I had taken.

I check the time as Lando hasn't came back with the shirt he urged me to wear, it had been 15 minutes. Confused as to why it would take 15 minutes for someone to grab a shirt, I stand up about to walk in the direction Lando went to find him. "Suvi? What're you doing here?" I look back to see Carlos. I gave him a warm smile before replying to his question. "Looking for Lando, have you seen him?"

"No I haven't.. why are you looking for Lando?" Giving me another question, he begins walking over to me until he was standing close infront of me. His dark eyes engulfing mine. As I was about to answer, I was cut off. Again, by Lando.

"I got the shirt, sorry it took so long. I got caught up with something.. Carlos!" His eyes catching onto his teammate, walking over towards the two of us.
Looking at me, handing me the shirt.
I take a glance behind Carlos' figure to find my brother walking along the gravel with Sebastian. "I've got to go. Sorry.. nice chatting with the two of you!" As much i wanted to stay and chat, the atmosphere between the two drivers seemed a bit off -- it had made me slightly uncomfortable, so as I saw my 'opportunity' to leave, I took it.