𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗩𝗼𝗹. 𝟭
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Abigail Mathews had always felt in the blurry part of the picture, wondering if, in her work at the Haas F1 Team, anyone would ever really notice her.
But an email, one morning, ca...
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Damn Monegasque
Manama, Bahrain, March 2022
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Friday began and the FP1 with him.
The thing I loved most about the Grands Prix was the emotion you could breathe. Every person who participated could feel that air full of anxiety, full of happiness and dreams. Whether you were in the stands or on the lawn, or inside the paddock, it was the same.
Number 16 entered the room, the moment Andrea placed a hand on my shoulder to hand me the headphones, he didn't say a word, but my eyes turned, as if they had an alarm bell to notify me of his arrival. No one noticed, and I decided to pretend that nothing had happened, both at that moment and a few nights before, turning my gaze on the screens and concentrating on the timer that went off, indicating the start of the season.
On my left Carlos started and after a few moments, the remaining car did the same.
The single-seaters began to have some problems, those who lost parts, those who had some residual oscillation on the straight or those who lost grip ending up in a spin, like Charles who lost control of the car for a moment, ending up almost against the barriers and giving the radio a few swear words in French from the fright. But all in all, it was a way to test the track and the tyres.
In the end, the two Ferraris finished second and third, just a few hundredths behind Pierre Gasly's Alpha Tauri.
For FP2, the time was running, I was only able to have a quick lunch at the bar and have a chat with Carlos who was in the company of Lando Norris.
"You are the new engineer I was talking about. She's very good at her job!" Sainz praised me for no reason, also making a joke about his friend's sixteenth place and how much I could serve their paddock. The McLaren driver held out his hand to me and repeated his name as if I didn't already know him, but later I had to go back to my work and said goodbye to them.
The second free practice session ended and that meant I was done for the day.
The reigning champion, Max Verstappen, finished in front of everyone, followed by Leclerc by a few thousandths and Sainz, almost half a second away.
I put on my cap and stayed a few seconds inside the Ferrari paddock, waiting for Vittoria to answer the phone, to organize ourselves and do something together.
The riders return to the pits and Andrea warned me that he could go, I picked up the sweatshirt and walked but someone stopped me.
"Abigail, where are you going?" Carlos Sainz asked me once he got out of the car.
"I think I'll organize something with Vittoria of marketing, do you know her?" I replied by approaching the boy.
"Is she the same one who was sitting next to you at dinner?" When I answered in the affirmative, he said, "Pretty." I giggled at my face lost in thought to the number 55, nudging him slightly.
"Why are you asking?" I asked winking, trying to understand if there was a small interest or not. He didn't answer, but showed me a small smile that he wanted to make seem innocent.
"I think we'll see each other directly tomorrow, I'll go back to the hotel to change and then Vittoria and I go out." I announced, waving to the back door of the garage.
"Leave me your number, maybe if I go out, we'll see you." I followed his advice and we said goodbye.
I entered the hotel elevator before the doors closed, almost being locked in the middle. With a slight breath from the jog I had just made, I turned my gaze towards the motionless figure.
"Oh... Hello." I greeted the only person I hoped not to meet out of politeness.
"Abigail... Which floor are you going to?" He asked, trying not to meet his gaze with mine and I tried not to dwell on the sound of my name said by him. Damn Monegasque.
"Seventh." I limited the conversation to those simple words. The boy crushed my number and made me deduce that it was either on my floor or on a higher one.
I felt that the elevator was gaining altitude, but strange noises made me frown. We had passed the second floor and suddenly, a tug of the passenger compartment almost made me lose my balance and hit the wall.
"What's going on?" I asked rhetorically, without referring to anyone in particular.
"I think it's stuck..." He left it hanging, as if he wanted to continue and after a while I heard from his lips.
"I don't believe it. Press the SOS button!" I raised the tone of my nervous voice. We missed getting stuck in the elevator with Charles today. I watched him press as I had said and speak into the microphone with someone, explaining the situation. The man on the other end said that the fire brigade had been called and it was just necessary to wait.
"Are you going to ignore me all the time?" The green-eyed boy asked, about ten minutes later.
I still didn't answer and remained with my face turned away. An unsure hand brushed my arm faintly. "Please don't pretend I don't exist." He whispered once he approached me. His breath stirred my hair and I could feel the grip on my arm starting to become firm.
"Charles, I don't think it's the time for all this." I avoided using the word "I don't know you, I don't know what got to you. You don't know me, I'd say stop here now." I said turning to him, regretting it instantly.
His gaze shouted multiple words, I wanted to stop looking at him, but I couldn't. I noticed how he was forcing himself not to speak, he didn't add anything.
Another tug made us get too close, I felt my heart burst in my chest and the proximity caused me to breathe quickly that also reflected on him. I closed my eyes to drink in her scent and opening them again I noticed how she had not stopped looking at me.
Someone knocked on the doors of the elevator and it began to go up, arriving on the seventh floor, where it opened. The bubble had burst again and we both moved.
"Are you okay?" The technicians asked and I could only simply nod. I passed them and so did Charles.
I nodded my head towards the right corridor and he pointed to the opposite one, so I turned around and after a few seconds of waiting I walked.
"Abigail." He called me, but I decided not to stop, maybe I made a mistake, but I decided not to think about it.
We spent the evening with Vittoria in the hotel dining room, the Spanish driver showed up for a few seconds in the company of Daniel Ricciardo and wasted no time in introducing me to him too, as if I were the purchase of the century. Maybe my friendship with Carlos Sainz hadn't started a long time ago, but he had said more good things about me than my ex-boyfriend. He talked about me, almost as if he was proud to know me and this warmed my heart.
I went back to my room and didn't see the predestined until the next morning, where he didn't waste time ignoring me, but I deserved it, it hadn't been so different from my behavior the night before.
FP3 ended, the reigning champion remained first, Charles was still a few thousandths behind him and Sainz finished fifth.
After a quick lunch, all that remained was to wait for qualifying, where I hoped with all my heart that the number 16 would be the fastest. And it certainly did not disappoint me.
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