IT'S YOU // SERGIO PEREZ

TWO

TWO

"Hey, kid."

A dark brown haired man waved at a small boy, the child holding a remote controlled car of the Red Bull Formula One car.

The child stepped slowly backwards in order to put some distance between himself and the stranger, a fearful look upon his face.

"Are you okay?" The man questioned in confusion and concern, seeing the fear in the little boys eyes.

"My mama told me never to talk to strangers!"

Devon Persaud screamed loudly so that people around could hear him, wanting witnesses to show that he was a good boy who listened to what his mother said and did not talk to strangers.

"I'm not a stranger, no?" The man questioned, his accent thick and almost hard for Devon to understand, having to squint his eyes in order to concentrate on reading his lips.

The young man watched on in confusion as the young boy made a run for it, running as fast as he could away from him, until he recognised the shoes of somebody that he knew.

Max Verstappen's body jolted as a pair of arms and legs suddenly wrapped tightly around his leg, clinging tightly to it, glancing down to see his teammates' best friends son resting his forehead against his trousers.

"Uh, hello, Devon."

Max laughed lightly, lifting his head to see the confused face of his friend, quickly figuring out what had happened, with Devon running away from somebody that he did not know.

"A strange man tried to take me, but I listened to mama!" Devon cried, clinging to the Dutch man's legs with all of his strength.

"I said hello to him. I'm sorry, I didn't think how weird it would be for me to start talking to him."

Charles Leclerc apologised to his fellow racing driver, scared to look down in case that the young boy screamed at him, keeping his eyes purely on his friend.

"You know that your mother is looking for you, right?" Max questioned the boy as he glanced down at the boy, offering the both of his hands to the child who accepted, with the Dutch man lifting the boy until he was in his arms, the legs of the Persaud boy being wrapped around his waist.

"I saw a doggy with a rubber ducky! I didn't mean to run away! I'm sorry!" Devon raised his voice as he apologised, his bottom lip trembling as he feared getting in to trouble.

As soon as he recognised his mother's voice coming quickly towards him, Devon slammed his head harshly in to the crook of the neck of the Verstappen man, his arms wrapping around  the body of the racing driver.

"I'm in so much trouble."

"Devon, baby!"

Keisha Persaud shouted loudly as her dark eyes fell upon that of her son, who had ran off and out of her sight, with the woman having to search every single garage in order to try and find him.

And she found him clinging to Max as if his life depended on it.

She was slightly surprised by it, due to them having only met a handful of times since they had first met him at the Azerbaijan Grand Prix, but Devon seemed to stick to him like glue.

As soon as her feet came to a halt in front of the two, her arms clapsed tightly around her little boy in order to hug him, having been terrified that he had ran off somewhere that was dangerous or with somebody who would cause him harm.

"Mama got so worried about you! Checo got the whole paddock to help search for you!" Keisha breathed a deep sigh of relief, kissing at her sons face repeatedly before resting her forehead against his.