Lewis Hamilton never thought he’d find himself in red. After years of dominating Formula 1 with Mercedes, the decision to join Ferrari in 2025 was as bold as it was unexpected. But Lewis was no stranger to bold moves. He had achieved everything with Mercedes—multiple world championships, countless wins, and an unshakeable legacy. Now, the challenge of bringing Ferrari back to its former glory called to him like a siren’s song. The allure of driving for the most legendary team in the history of the sport was impossible to resist.
The day he arrived at the Ferrari headquarters in Maranello, Italy, the air buzzed with excitement. The staff, the mechanics, and even the top engineers couldn’t help but sneak glances at the seven-time world champion as he made his way through the pristine corridors of the Ferrari factory. It was the start of a new chapter, not just for Lewis, but for Ferrari as well.
Among the sea of excited faces was Y/N L/N, a hospitality worker who had been with Ferrari for several years. She was responsible for ensuring that every guest, driver, and staff member felt at home at Ferrari—whether that meant arranging elegant dinners or simply offering a warm smile. Y/N loved her job, not just because she was surrounded by the thrill of F1, but because she genuinely enjoyed making people feel welcomed.
The first time she met Lewis was in the team’s hospitality suite in Maranello, just before the pre-season testing in Bahrain. She was arranging some last-minute details for a small reception in his honor, and she was determined that everything would be perfect. The table was set with precision, the room adorned with subtle touches of Ferrari’s iconic red, and the menu featured a blend of traditional Italian cuisine with a modern twist. She had even handpicked the wine, knowing how much Italians—and now, Lewis—appreciated the finer things in life.
As she was placing the final arrangement of red roses on the table, she felt a presence behind her.
“That looks amazing,” a deep voice commented, surprising her.
She turned around to find Lewis standing there, his warm brown eyes scanning the room with an appreciative smile. He was even more charismatic in person than she had imagined, his presence commanding yet somehow gentle.
“Oh, thank you!” Y/N replied, trying to keep her composure. “I just wanted everything to be perfect for you and the team.”
Lewis chuckled, a sound that sent a small thrill through her. “I think you’ve succeeded. It’s beautiful—almost as beautiful as Maranello itself.”
Y/N blushed at the compliment, something she hadn’t expected from the world champion. “Maranello is special, isn’t it? There’s something magical about this place.”
He nodded, his gaze drifting out of the window to the rolling hills of the Italian countryside. “Yeah, there really is. It’s like you can feel the history in the air.”
They stood there in comfortable silence for a moment, both soaking in the atmosphere. Then Lewis turned back to her, a curious look in his eyes. “Do you work here long?”
“Yes,” Y/N replied with a smile. “It’s been about five years now. I’ve always been a fan of the sport, so it’s a dream to be part of Ferrari, even in a small way.”
“Small?” Lewis echoed, shaking his head. “Hospitality is a huge part of what makes this team feel like a family. You’re the one who keeps everyone’s spirits up, right?”
Y/N felt a warmth spread through her at his words. “I do my best.”
They talked for a while longer, the conversation flowing easily. Lewis was relaxed, more so than she had expected, and Y/N found herself drawn to his sincerity, his ability to make her feel like she was the only person in the room, despite the countless demands on his attention.
