Starting from the Pit lane - Lewis Hamilton

Fear

Melissa and Lewis had seen each other a bit more that week. They greeted each other by kissing, secretly, in the corners. They looked into each other's eyes as if they had found a gold mine and smiled happily at each other. They couldn't spend too much time together because they had a lot of work to do anyway and Lewis couldn't even mess with his diet schedule but they had seen each other for ten minutes on both Tuesday and Friday and it had been a lot for them.
On Saturday, unfortunately, Marco had taken a plane to visit Melissa, who by pure chance had refused to see his hotel room.
Lewis and Melissa were walking around the paddock very close together, they almost grabbed each other's hands.

-Melissa, I've been looking for you everywhere!-
The girl turned and saw Marco in the distance who was reaching her. She looked embarrassed at Lewis, who instead seemed calm. More than serene... arrogant.
Marco made to kiss her but Melissa made sure he only took the corner of her mouth -I've been looking for you all afternoon, where have you gone?- he asked putting his hands on her hips.
-Well- she nodded towards the pilot –I would say I was working- she said with a trembling voice.
-It seemed like you were messing with me, doesn't feel "the vibe"- he said, visibly confused, waving his hand in the air.
-it's an interview...-
-Which you will never sell-
Melissa took a second and then continued her response -...not a funeral- she bit her lip angrily, hoping she wouldn't say anything else.
-Now that we're both here I can take you to dinner- he took her elbow.
-It's five in the afternoon and in two hours there will be qualifying. I can't have dinner before 10pm tonight- she tried to reason with him.
Lewis, meanwhile, like a priest staring at two spouses, observed the two talking without understanding absolutely a word of the entire speech. It was impossible for him to even interpret their tones of voice because if he had learned anything from Melissa it was that Italians, her in particular, were very passionate even when talking about less important things. Italian really sounded like Chinese to him back then.
-I can also at 10pm, I'll stay tomorrow too- he said then.
-But exactly what trips do you do for work? You don't spend more money on a plane than...-
-My dear- he interrupted her –let's talk about it tonight at dinner, okay?- he caressed her cheeks, also taking a few locks of hair.
-I told you no, I have to work-
-Then after dinner you can finally see my hotel room- and Lewis understood only one word of that whole speech. "Hotel". He looked at him out of the corner of her eye and glared at his hands on Melissa's red face. He recognized her micro facial expressions and stretched out his hand towards the other man:-I don't think we had the opportunity to introduce each other... yet- he gave him a forced smile.
Marco gave him the exact same smile but only because he had interrupted his speech. They shook hands but it seemed more like a competition to see who had the strongest and most virile grip. Melissa noticed it from the way their forearm muscles had contracted and muttered something nonsensical to divert their attention. She wanted to escape right then and hide somewhere alone but she knew that wherever she went one of the two would follow her and possibly find her. She chose that it would be best for her to wait with the two of them together in a public place. She gave both of them a sheepish smile as if to say, "Good, now you've met."

Marco turned to her again and gave her the hotel card he was staying in. Lewis recognized the place, he had already been there before on the occasion of some grand prix. He didn't need to peek at the address.
-I'll be waiting for you at eleven, eleven thirty- he straightened his jacket, forcefully grabbed her cheeks with one hand and forced her to kiss him on the mouth. Lewis watched the scene helplessly and disgusted. He pulled away from her with a loud pop and then whispered –you're beautiful even when you're being difficult. Remember that you will never be able to afford a pilot like him- and he let her go.
But now the flea was in his ear. As Marco walked away with a determined step, Melissa looked into Lewis' eyes, trying to understand if it was true.