Are You Fast Enough? (F1:MV)

Chapter 2

Max and Carlos took a taxi downtown to a bar Carlos heard about. When the boys pulled up to the door, the guard in front asked Carlos for ID. Having shown his driving license, Carlos was allowed in. Max, however, did not have his driver's license yet.

'ID?' The guard called.

'I...Um I had left...' Max muttered, sweating nervously.

'Wait a minute... You're Max Verstappen! You're an F1 driver!' The guard said.

'Yes, yeah indeed I am.'

'Oh go on ahead, Mr Verstappen, go straight through,' the guard said as he opened the door.

'Thanks...' Max entered the bar. It was full of cool blue lights, neon-coloured stools and dark booths. Pop music blared from the speakers. Young adults cruised around in handsome suits and revealing dresses. Max glanced at a young blonde woman, who passed by and winked at him. Carlos grabbed his arm.

'Easy there. Let's drink first.' Carlos said, leading Max to the bar. They sat down and Carlos ordered a bloody mary. Max ordered a G&T.

'Woah, you gonna start hard?' Carlos asked. Max nodded.

'Anything to get my asshole of a dad out of my head,' he replied. When their drinks arrived, Max took a few sips and watched Carlos eye up a young brunette in a floral dress. She caught of sight of him and walked over.

'Oh my goodness! You're Carlos Sainz!' She cheered and Carlos smoothly nodded.

'Yeah, that's my name...'

'You're my favourite driver. And the fittest...' She winked. Carlos grinned.

'Oh really? What else am I?'

Max rolled his eyes. Barely any girls recognised him. And when they did, they called him a baby. Not to offend him, but Max was fed up of it. He decided to flirt himself. He looked around. A few seats away from him sat a young girl with short black hair, drinking a rum and coke. She was dressed differently from the others; she wore a pair of jeans and a leather jacket, going for a more rebellious look. She was clearly underage. He smirked. He decided to try his luck.

'Aren't you a bit young to be drinking that?' He called out to her. She turned to him. She grinned back.

'You're one to talk.'

Max was surprised. 'You know who I am?' The girl nodded.

'You're Max Verstappen, aren't you?'

'Yeah. What's your name?'

'Cara.' She extended her hand and Max shook it.

'So... What do you know about me?'

'That you're the new kid, that super-duper teenage talent everyone's going on about. I've heard people call you the Boy Wonder or Track Baby.'

'Fuck!' Max said, way too loudly.

'Something wrong?'

'I'm sorry. I'm just sick and tired of people calling me a kid.'

'I agree, it's pretty stupid. Those kind of names should only be used for Grid boys and girls.' Max laughed in reply. She was pretty and funny.

'So Cara, what are you doing here? Did you go to see the race?'

She nodded. 'Yeah. I'm on a gap year at the moment, I'm just travelling. Actually that's what I tell everyone, I'm really just going to see all the races.'