There's Twice as Many Stars as Usual| L.S

5

Charlotte

I woke up to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains, a sense of excitement bubbling within me. Today marked Friday, the day of qualifying for the race weekend as this weekend was a sprint weekend. As I stretched and yawned, I felt a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins.

Glancing at the clock, I realized that it was already late morning. Mick must have already left for the track to prepare for the day's events. With a sense of urgency, I quickly got ready, slipping into a sundress and sunglasses I grab my essentials before heading out the door.

As I made my way to the track, the familiar buzz of excitement filled the air, mingling with the scent of burning rubber.

With determination in my heart, I headed to the Mercedes garage, ready to support Mick and the team as they prepared to tackle the challenges of qualifying. The adrenaline of race day pulsed through me, and I knew that today would be a day to remember.

That was until I spotted the familiar blonde once more, standing near the entrance to the Williams garage. My heart skipped a beat as memories of our shared past flooded back to me, threatening to unravel the composure I had worked so hard to maintain. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. Today was about supporting Mick and the team, not about dwelling on the past. With a determined stride, I walked towards the Mercedes garage, quickening my pace to avoid any potential confrontation.

As Logan's gaze met mine, surprise flickered across his face, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. I could see the conflict and emotion swirling in his eyes, mirroring the turmoil within me.

Before I could dwell on the encounter any longer, Mick appeared at my side, a reassuring presence in the midst of uncertainty. With a nod of acknowledgment, he ushered me into the garage, his unwavering support giving me the strength to push aside the memories and focus on the task at hand.

As the day's events unfolded, I found myself fully immersed in the excitement and adrenaline of qualifying, grateful for Mick's steadfast presence by my side.

the air crackled with anticipation as drivers pushed their cars to the limit on the challenging street circuit. The roar of engines echoed off the walls of the city, creating a symphony of sound that reverberated through the paddock.

As Mick supported the team from the pitwall , I stood on the edge of the garage, my heart pounding with excitement. Every lap was crucial, every corner a test of skill and precision for Lewis and George, the main drivers for Mercedes. With each passing moment, the tension mounted, as the drivers navigated the twists and turns of the circuit with precision and determination.

As the session drew to a close, the leaderboard shifted and changed, with drivers jostling for position in the final moments of qualifying. With a flawless display of driving, Lewis and George secured impressive starting positions, showcasing the talent and dedication that had brought them to the pinnacle of motorsport.

As the cheers of the team echoed through the garage, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for the Mercedes drivers and the entire team. Tomorrow would bring the sprint shootout and race, and with Lewis and George starting in the near front of the grid on Sunday I knew that the team was well-positioned for success. As the sun set over the Baku skyline, casting a golden glow over the paddock, I couldn't wait to see what the race day would bring.

The Mercedes team buzzed with activity as they made final preparations for the upcoming race, fine-tuning the cars and strategizing for the challenges ahead. Amidst the hustle and bustle, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement tinged with nerves.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Mick and I made our way back to the hotel, The journey back to the hotel was filled with a sense of calm, a stark contrast to the frenetic pace of the day's events. As we walked, we shared quiet reflections on the day, discussing the challenges and triumphs that lay ahead for Lewis and George on race day.

We head to our room and let ourselves slip into sleep