❝What happened to us?❝
❝What happened? We grew up, Amaya.❝
𓈒 🏁 .* ⋆ ۪
A childhood best friends to lovers fic, where Amaya Varese struggles with being the only woman in a Formula One seat, as well as he...
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𓈒 🏁 .* ⋆ ۪
Amaya let out a deep sigh as she entered the hotel elevator and pressed the 5th floor, where a thin, golden sheet of metal accompanied it on the right side of the elevator's button panel. It had words engraved in that read 'Spa & Wellness Center', something that Amaya needed desperately.
As the doors closed, she leaned against the wall at the back of the lift, tightening the bow she'd tied around her white, fluffy hotel robe.
She grabbed her phone from its pocket having nothing else to do, opening Instagram.
Amaya was logged into her official account, a red bubble with the numbers and figures 99+ ♥︎ and 99+👤popping up on the top right of her screen.
Her social media managers had probably posted new content about the results of the race that day, something she didn't feel like thinking about any longer.
However, the curiosity of seeing what people had to say about the race ate at her. Max had won, which wasn't shocking, considering his domination the previous year. People were starting to get bored, to say the least.
But the results of her own team weren't as good as expected, and the reactions to that were not exactly as predictable.
Unable to help herself, she clicked the notification button anyway, and a long wall of comments appeared on her screen.
Sure enough, the users' comments were on the latest post about the Bahrain GP. Amaya glanced between a few, reading what had been said.
@𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯_𝘮𝘤𝘭𝘷𝘯 commented on a post: "p10 and she's 'the future of racing' 😂😂 yeah okay"
@𝘫.𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺03 commented on a post: "💙💙💙 love you amaya!! youre my inspiration"
@𝘧1.𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴4𝘺𝘶 commented on a post: "Uhh Varese? I thought she said the car was on par with the big teams. But Alonso was in front at p9???"
She frowned, reading through more of the comments. Although there was much more praise and love under the piece of media, the criticism was the only thing she could think about.
Amaya groaned as she looked down at her phone, bothered by the fact that the negative comments were somewhat getting to her.
Usually, she didn't mind reading criticism, but the pressure to deliver in an F1 car was much stronger than she was used to.
