Starting from the Pit lane - Lewis Hamilton

First part

Lewis looked around. They were alone.
He didn't want to talk to her, he didn't want to be her friend, he wasn't interested. Yes, he was certainly interested in her but he wasn't interested in having problems.
He sat in front of her and not next to her as they usually did.
Melissa smiled shyly at him and started to say something but Lewis immediately interrupted her.
He told her about his entire childhood, about racism, about how he approached the world of karting, about formula one, about how he had met many of his current colleagues before he even understood the meaning of the word "puberty". It wasn't new news, at all, but it was the first time he opened up from his heart during an "interview". At a certain point Melissa stopped writing out of emotion. She didn't expect all that information or for him to spill out on her the thousand feelings she had felt. She stood still, still, passive as Lewis spewed all those words at her. Melissa's lip trembled a couple of times and she bit it to keep the tears back, she didn't know why but she found it disrespectful to cry while he told her unspeakable things, acts of bullying that such a young child didn't deserve just because of the color of his skin.
That podium was everything to him and she had just understood why.

-The two of us, the first time we met- he looked up at her and stared into her eyes, peered inside her, took another breath and then said -you called me chocolate. You didn't know, we didn't have the confidence- he just wet his lips and then took a water bottle from the ground and drank. He had talked a lot and his throat must have been dry.
Silently, he got up and left.
Those bad races had a weight on him that she couldn't have imagined.
She ran after him and shouted "sorry" with her heart in her mouth.
Lewis looked her in the eyes and sincerely said
"It's okay, we're colleagues now."
And he left her there, at her job.