𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ★ 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁ℯ𝓈 ℒℯ𝒸𝓁ℯ𝓇𝒸

𝑽.

𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 ❀

★★★

The rest of the press conference is a bit awkward, and the reporters only ask the other drivers questions, focusing especially Max, Charles, and Oscar. It's as if they silently agreed to give me a free pass on this one and save their questions for future interviews and press conferences.

I let myself zone out, not listening at all to the questions or the drivers' responses as I rage at myself in my mind for blowing up my first F1 press conference and embarrassing myself.

★𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆★

After the press conference, Oscar is swept off with Lando Norris to the McLaren garage. Alex and me are also ushered off. When we're in the Williams garage he takes me aside to a quiet corner and raises an eyebrow, his expression soft and concerned.

“What happened back there?” Alex asks.

“Nothing, I'm fine. I just zoned out.” I shrug.

“I don't know if the reporters are going to buy that, because that press conference was live and people all over the world saw your face.” He says. “You went a bit pale and you were staring very... Well, you were staring very fearfully at some random spot in the distance. That's not normal zoning out.”

I bite my lip. Shit, so that's how I looked.
“I'm okay, Alex, I swear it's nothing.”

He stares at me for a moment, trying to read my expression. Suddenly he wraps his arms around me. I stand there, frozen in surprise for a moment, before leaning into his hug and wrapping my arms around him.

“Just tell me when your ready to tell me.” He mumbles against my hair.

“'Kay,” I mumble back.

(A/N: short chapter because the rest of the media day isn't important it's just some more photoshoots where she has to smile and pretend everything's okay 😐👍🏼)