„You look like you do this since forever."
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Daniel Ricciardo is 35 years old and his life change in few seconds. It was his best drive since he left Red Bull but it end up with accident and now he had to left Formula one world.
His parents...
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Alira took her dog and went out into the streets. She had changed out of her work uniform, which she promptly threw into the washing machine to get rid of the fish smell. That smell would never fully disappear since she worked around animals in that outfit, but it didn't need to be overly prominent. She was now wearing black shorts with a khaki tank top and sneakers—different ones than she wore to work. She had a pair of sneakers just for the zoo because they were so dirty and worn that she would never wear them on the street.
It wasn't far to Daniel's place from her house, but before turning onto his street, she took a detour to the park two streets away, so the dog could relieve itself before they went to his place. She didn't know if he would let her in, but she hoped he would. She had only watched Formula races with Grace and Joe because Daniel was racing. After the accident, they never watched again, which bothered her a bit because she genuinely enjoyed the sport. However, she found that she didn't enjoy watching it alone and wanted a partner.
Unfortunately, no one around her was an enthusiast of motorsport. She didn't want to ask Grace or Joe, as they had suffered enough pain because of this one sport. She didn't want to ask Michelle because she had a family and spent weekends with them, going on trips around Australia—she didn't want to take that away from her. Nancy worked weekends to earn extra money since her first two years of veterinary studies were in America, where schools weren't cheap. Besides these people, no one else came to mind. She had no one, so she preferred not to watch at all.
The dog finished its business, so Alira headed to Daniel's—hoping he didn't mind dogs; otherwise, she would turn around and leave. She didn't go anywhere without her four-legged friend when she wasn't working. During workdays, the dog stayed home alone, so she always had it with her on weekends. She made up for ignoring it during the weekdays. If it weren't for Harry, who came over with Robin to walk the dog, it might have hated her.
She reached the door and didn't hesitate. She knocked. For a moment, nothing happened, and Alira, though not religious, began to pray silently that nothing had happened and that Daniel was alright. Her worries were relieved when Daniel, dressed in a loose white t-shirt and black shorts, opened the door. His hair was tousled, which was very interesting to see given that his hair was curly and always looked somewhat messy—today, it was exceptionally so. It looked as if a species of small birds had settled in his hair overnight and decided to make their home as chaotic as possible to stay safe from predators.
"Alira?" Daniel asked in confusion when he saw the brunette with curly hair at his door. She looked different than how he usually saw her at work. At work, she wore a uniform with her hair tied back in a ponytail. Now, she was in casual clothes that girls wore on the streets and sometimes to work, and her hair was down—still slightly damp from her shower.
