Qualifying is about to begin, thirty minutes to secure where you're going to start your first ever race in Formula 2.
'Good luck Y/N' your teammate, Lando says gripping your shoulder. You respond with a nervous smile.
You came 12th in free practise which you were sort of happy with. You may have a fast car but your confidence isn't at one hundred percent yet.
You drove out of the pits and onto the wonderful streets of Baku. On your out lap you concentrated on keeping your tyres warm and tried not to get too nervous. You didn't know why you were nervous, this was your dream coming true, racing in Formula 2.
You muttered assurance to yourself as you sped down the long main straight to begin your first lap.
A 1:57.631 puts you 5th on the timing sheets. For now anyway, only a few cars have set a lap, so probably more like 15th. It wasn't your best as you went very wide on turn 16.
With each lap you completed you were improving ever so slightly. Currently sitting in 11th with 5 minutes to go. You were going out to do one final lap. As you left your garage to drive down the pit lane, you saw someone in a Red Bull polo shirt standing by your pit wall, watching you. You frowned to yourself as you remember bumping into someone who looked exactly the same. Was Daniel Ricciardo watching you?
