matilda | MV01

06 | interview

++++ seems you cannot be replaced

 and i'm the one that will stay ++++

AS IT WAS harry styles

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"Senna!" Liam called from the section where her team was standing and she rushed over. The other reserve threw her scarf over the barrier and she smiled at him thankfully.

"Thanks, Liam. I'll see you after for the interview." She smiled and he let her go. He knew she was tired after long sessions, so he left her alone.

"Bye!" He waved as she walked off to the weigh station. After she finished, she took off her helmet and balaclava before quickly throwing on the scarf. It was quite an odd way -up to her nose- and place to wear it, but she didn't have any better options.

Her braids had practically disintegrated by now, so she took her hair out and let the curls fall down her shoulders. She waited in line with Max, as Charles managed to snag the first interview. He seemed to have just wanted to leave, much like all the other drivers.

"Nice race, but I should've won." Senna told Max as she leaned against the wall. She now had her phone out, Youri's game playing before her. She had missed two goals already, one being his.

"That's not what the leaderboard says." Max's words shocked him. He wasn't sure where all the confidence was coming from, as he was usually nervous around her.

"Oh shut up." She mumbled to herself but Max only chuckled. Senna felt like the roles had been reversed from just an hour ago, him now being the confident one. But she wasn't nervous in any way. Nerves were weakness, and she couldn't afford that.

Senna could feel him looking at her scarf, but she didn't care. She knew that he wasn't going to ask.

"Is your brother playing?" Max pointed down to the phone Senna was looking at. She didn't quite understand the question though so she looked up at him and they made eye contact. He quickly looked back down at the phone now, as he moved to look at the screen over her shoulder.

"Yeah, number eleven." Senna told him and pointed at her brother, who had just received the ball. The two began watching in a silence, with the occasional comment. Mostly by Senna, judging their choices.

"Senna, they want you next!" Charles shouted, successfully scaring both the Dutch drivers as they stared up at him.

"What? Oh- yeah. See you both tomorrow." She let out quickly, a bit flustered that she had been caught not paying attention.

Senna rushed the rest of the way over to the media area. But she noticed it was a different reporter this time, and she sent him a smile.

"Senna Van de Maarschälkerweerde, amazing drive!" He said immediately, and Senna already liked him.

"Thank you." She said humbly, unsure of what else she could say.

"How did the car perform? With the tyre malfunction in the first session, do you think it's now fixed?" His American accent was strong, but Senna only smiled, as she would do with anyone who respected her.

"The car itself was perfect, just a bit of a misunderstanding with the tyres, but it should be fine. It's all figured out now, and the car should be top quality again by tomorrow." Senna replied. Her media training really came in handy at times.

"And how do you feel about Hülkenberg's case being dismissed?" He asked. Senna wasn't necessarily mad about the question being asked, more about the reminder.