Physical love

1.

It was my first workday in formula one. I already had some work experience for other sports, but this was totally new for me.

And even though I was pretty good at my job, I was late. I was always late.
One of my many flaws.

Today wasn't any different. I was late again. On my first day.

Why was I like this?

I was running to the paddock entry, my laptop in one hand while I was holding my phone and my paddock pass in the other.

But unfortunately, it seemed like I was the only one who was in a rush.

"Can you move please?" I groaned to the guy that was standing in front of me, searching for his pass in his backpack. "Why? Can you not wait for one minute?"

"Not really" I mumbled, trying to get passed him, but he didn't move. He blocked my way even more.

"Fucking asshole" I mumbled under my breath, but I am sure he heard me. It didn't seem to bother him though, because he took his paddock pass out of his backpack as slowly as he could.

I scanned my pass after he finally moved out of my way.

Great start of the day.

Walked to the media center where someone from Sky Sports was already waiting for me. "You must be Gianna" he said as he looked at me. Unimpressed.

I nodded. "And you're Milan?"

"I am and you are late" he pointed out. Fair enough, not a great first impression but then again, I was sure it wouldn't be the last time I was gonna be late.

"I'm sorry, some idiot blocked my way when I was trying to get in the paddock" not a complete lie, but I was already late when I arrived here.

He didn't need to know that though.

"You can put your stuff away there and follow me please" he pointed at a table, where I put my stuff down and followed him straight after.

To the conference room.

"Thursday is always media day, so every driver will have interviews in the conference room and media pen" he explained as we we walking to the conference room. "For today, you'll just observe and walk with me"

"Okay I'm excited" I smiled, trying to make a better second impression and I guess it worked. He seemed to soften up a little.

"Did they give you a briefing about the drivers and teams already?" he asked as we sat down in the room.

It was a room filled with other journalists from different countries, with in front of us, a couch where they drivers were gonna sit on.

"A little" I said. They gave me a folder with every team and the names of the drivers. So I knew Max Verstappen was a driver for Red Bull, Charles Leclerc was a driver for Ferrari, but I had no idea how they looked like.

Except for Lewis Hamilton because everyone knew how he looked like, but I never was very interested in F1.

I looked down at the driver names who were gonna be in the press conference.

Max Verstappen, Carlos Sainz, Lance Stroll, Lando Norris and George Russell.

I checked it with the folder I received. So that was gonna be Red Bull, Ferrari, Aston Martin, Mclaren and Mercedes.

This wasn't gonna be easy to remember it all.

I grabbed my phone, putting their names into Google to see how they looked like. Maybe I had to do this before I started my job, but this was another flaw of mine.

I never prepared for something. I tried to improvise, maybe a little too much sometimes.

But even before I could put their names into Google, the room got quiet because the drivers walked in.
Put their drink bottles next to them, didn't look too excited about it.

"Most of them don't really like these things" Milan whispered as he leaned closer to me.

"I can tell" I mumbled as I looked at each and every one of them.

My eyes stopped at one driver, the one I called an asshole only a couple of minutes before.

Fuck.

I guess this was yet another flaw. I sucked at first impressions.