Rivalry of the Century ~ Ayrton Senna Love Story

Seeing my Brother

Isabelle's POV

I had just finished a shift at the local cafe I work at when I don't have modelling jobs, before going home where I still live with my parents. It was a race weekend, something I always dreaded because I knew I would be forgotten... like I always am. My parents have always favoured my brother, Alain, and never took an interest in my modelling career.

"Mom, Dad? I'm home" I say as I walk through the door and remove my shoes. I got no response in return. I look in the kitchen to find a note:

We're going to the track for qualifying

please join us when you get home

-Mom

Of course, they show up to every race they have time for and knowing them they want me to go and cheer my brother on like a good little sister. I go to change into my room picking out a black turtle neck shirt, jeans, and a denim jacket (similar outfit to the one above), before leaving my house and making my way to the track. When I arrive I notice amount of fans, it's been growing more and more the past few years. In France it boosted when Alain became an F1 driver and with him winning races the national pride was bigger for him. I go looking for my parents, walking through to the paddock with ease as many people recognized me even though I had only just started my modelling career a year ago. 

"Mom, what's happening right now" I ask when I finally find them but my mom just shush me.

"Iz dear, please be quiet we're trying to see where your brother is"

I turn to my dad, looking to him, but all he does is give me a sad smile. The qualifying had ended and we were escorted down to the paddock to talk with my brother. I found out he had ended up in fifth, not that I really cared the F1 world wasn't my scene. As I was walking my slower as my parents were running to my brother, well speed walking but still, I look to my side and I see a man. He was handsome, not in the sense of pure attractiveness, something about him made him alluring to me. Maybe it was the way his hair curled in the from, or the seriousness on his face, the way he was leaned over papers talking with one of the other workers. I stood still, watching him talk to people and pointing at the car, when he finally looked at me not breaking eye contact. I felt like I was being sirened closer to him, I could my feet start to turn in his direction as I notice him tilt his head slightly as if trying to pay attention to the person talking to him. I'm pulled out of my thoughts, just as I was about to take a step towards this mysterious man, by my semi-friend, Niki Lauda, I call him semi-friend because he was truly more like my brother than Alain. Every time I was alone at races, Niki and his wife would comfort me. I've gone to them many times when my family would leave me alone or forget me somewhere. At this point I considered them my family more than my blood. I pull away from his gaze just as the person next to him has noticed that he wasn't paying any attention and turn to Niki.

"Hello sweetheart, finally interested in racing teams?" 

"Not really, but who is he?," I say nodding my head in the direction not daring to look back in case he was still looking. "I don't remember seeing him before, not that I payed much attention to the Toles."

"You mean Toleman, but that's beside the point, anyway that's a driver named Senna, he's a rookie this season" Niki says while laughing, knowing that I don't normally care about any men.

"Yeah I don't really care about what the team is called, anyway where's Marlene?" I say trying to stop Niki from asking or commenting on it. He gives me a look clearly knowing what I was doing but thankfully he lets it go.