Whatsapp ft. Stoffel Vandoorne

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Qualifying was interesting. Max did well, ending fouth and with that, he will start on the second row tomorrow. Stoffel, however, will start on the second last from eighteenth. I sigh. This is tearing me in two.  A part of me is happy for Max's good result, but a part of me is sad because Stoffel is again so far down the grid. 

"Well done Max," I say hugging Max as he gets out of his car. "Nice lap!" He smiles. 

"Thanks, driving helped."

"Have you calmed down again?" He nods and I laugh. "Good, now, I am going to see either Dan or Stoff. Whoever I run into sooner."

"And that'll be me then." I shriek and place my hand over my heart.

"And thank you Ricciardo." I sigh. "And to say I was going to be nice and congratulate you on your good drive." Daniel laughs and I stare at him. "I would shut up if I were you. You had an experience with the Verstappen temper a little before qualifying, so you don't want to test me." Daniel puts his arms around me.

"I'm sorry." I smile and hug him back. 

"That's better, now I guess I will go and look for Stoffel." I have a cheeky smile on my face and slip out of Daniel's embrace and the Red Bull garage. On my way, I congratulate Carlos with his good result once again, after all, best of the rest is very good in a Renault and also Charles who managed to drive his Sauber car into the eighth position on the grid. 

"On your way to Stoffel?" The latter asks with a wink and I roll my eyes. 

"You don't have the rights to talk you! I haven't seen your girlfriend around yet!" 

"She was there in Monaco! And tomorrow!" I laugh. 

"Better make her meet me. I want to know who is patient enough to be your girlfriend." With a grin on my face, I continue on my way. How many dorks can be on the formula one grid? A lot I can tell you.