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💌Dear Diary... 20 (CS55)

Dear Diary...

...I've mentioned Y/n before. She works for the F1 TV media team and does interviews with drivers around the paddock.

She usually wears a team shirt to every race, and always changes the shirt for the next race.

Since there are 24 races, she wears each shirt twice, and for four races, she wears phenomenal dresses.

Monza came up, and I expected to see Y/n wearing a Ferrari shirt, as one should when there's a race in Monza.

But the woman, the magnificent, beautiful woman, was proudly wearing a Williams shirt.

And I couldn't feel prouder.

She was interviewing Oscar in front of the McLaren garage when I spotted her, and I couldn't look away.

I almost stumbled into a kid trying to get an autograph from me, but luckily, I spotted him first.

The race was over faster than I remembered it being in the years before. Charles won, which caused a huge roar from the Tifosi, as well as other fans.

While the pit lane was busy with fans and other personnel, I went back to the Williams garage and saw Y/n walking towards it, a few steps ahead of me.

"Y/n!" I shouted, and she turned around with a smile. She waited as I jogged over to talk to her.

"No Ferrari shirt today?" I grinned, and she shook her head.

"No, sadly, I've already used up my Ferrari allowance for this season."

I chuckled at her words. She was so organised and made sure her outfits didn't favour any specific team.

Although media members are encouraged to have favourite teams and drivers, they are also asked to keep this opinion off the screens, so that fans watching can get a glimpse into every team on the grid, not just those the presenters like most.

We continued walking in the direction of the garage, and I spoke up: "Hey, when is the next special outfit of yours?"

"Ooh," she said, "that's actually a surprise, but since it's you, Carlos, I'll tell you."

I felt warm inside. She was going to tell me a secret. I felt like a kid who was entrusted to take care of something for the very first time.

"The next one will be Singapore, where I'll get to wear this beautiful blue dress, and sparkle all night."

She was smiling, and I couldn't help but smile with her.

"I'm sure you'll look beautiful," I continued, and she blushed.

"As you always do."

Y/n slowed her pace and looked into my eyes. She finally saw how I saw her.

I was nervous; I didn't know how she'd react to finding out.

But, after what felt like hours, she smiled and picked up her pace again.

"I'm glad," she said, "because I might have stolen the shirt I'm wearing right now."

I was surprised at her answer and only now realised that the Williams shirt she was wearing was not only one that had my name on it, but was one I had worn before. I recognised it from the fact that Alex had jokingly signed it.

"How the hell did you get your hands on my shirt?!" I laughed, but Y/n only smirked and entered the garage.

Damn, woman, the things you do to my heart.

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four more days!!!!!

x

Brooke