matilda | MV01

22 | winning

++++ my give a fucks are on vacation ++++

ESPRESSO sabrina carpenter

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"Radio check." Winston's voice filled the radio and Senna smiled. She missed the brit last weekend, and was actually glad to have him back.

"As always, it's working." Senna sassed back at him.

"Not back in Imola." He mentioned and the driver shook her head.

"No, no. We do not mention Imola again, that gives me trauma." Senna chuckled and Winston smiled at her. He liked the attitude she had, but he wasn't sure where it came from. Senna was pretty good at closing off from the real world the second she stepped into her car.

"I'd hope that it would." Winston chuckled at the memory of Imola. In all the years he had worked with Senna, he knew it wasn't one of her proudest moments.

"Whatever, let's just focus on the P2." Senna rolled her eyes. She had gained P2 easily in the free practice, with a lot of the good drivers being out of the race.

"Okay but take it easy early on. Remember, it's Max's car, not Checo's. You need to play into the differences." Winston reminded her.

"Fine, just this once." Senna rolled her eyes and heard the older man scoff. She had already gotten used to the car, and felt his idea was dumb.

"What was that?" She asked. Winston quickly shut up and she smiled proudly as she stopped the car on her spot next to George.

"Thought so." The driver said with a cocky tone and turned the radio button off. She waved behind her to Oscar as everyone else was still lining up behind them.

"Shut up and watch the lights." He chuckled. The Red Bull reserve rolled her eyes and turned to look at the lights which were about to light.

She smiled as she looked up today. Senna had almost no pressure on her back from the crowd today. As long as Denzel was happy, there was a sense of calm in the girl. No fear of his disappointment, and he seemed to like Jude more than her anyway.

Senna also didn't really care what Jude thought about her driving, as he knew nothing about it. She had nothing to prove.

"Fuck, check rear wing damage, Oscar just clipped it." Senna said as she looked back into her mirrors to check for any debris she left behind. Nothing was there though, and she felt relieved. She couldn't blame him, off the start the track was soaked and he just tapped her car from behind.

"Nothing yet, you should be fine with just a few scratches. We're not going to pit for this." Winston announced after checking the system and seeing no significant damage.

Slowly, the cars spread out and Senna had a few minutes to calm down after the light impact. She wasn't mad at Oscar, and she had no reason to blame him, it just made her nervous if her car had been fucked up.

"Rain is expected in another five minutes. Shouldn't last too long." Winston said after a bit longer. Senna was getting a bit bored of just driving now. Plus, her dad wasn't here to scold her for getting distracted, so she struck up a conversation.

"How's Mick doing?" Senna asked over the radio. Her entry to Le Mans had been very public, soon to be the first woman from F1 and also the youngest ever to do so. And she was glad that her fellow reserve driver could be one of her teammates.

The third driver was a friend of Senna's brother, Bjorn. He was an old Welsh Formula E driver after he retired from formula one five years ago. Fisher Rhys; five time F1 champion and two time FE champion. Needless to say, their Porsche was favored to do well at the French race.