Daniel:
I scrambled out of bed, grabbing a pair of shorts that looked reasonably clean. I thrust one leg in and then the other, before turning to look for a shirt. I heard Desiree stirring and I looked over my shoulder to see her looking confused and rubbing her eyes.
"Where are you going?" she asked in her high pitched voice that has been growing increasingly annoying to me.
"I'm late for an interview." I muttered, pulling my shirt over my head and grabbing a cap. "I'll have a car bring you to the track later." I said before rushing out the door.
I pulled up to the coffee shop where I was meeting for the interview. I had three minutes to spare. I took off my cap and examined myself in the rear-view mirror. Cap on it is. I got out of the car and casually walked into the quiet shop. I spotted the interviewer, there were camera's and bright lights set up. The woman, that I recognized as a well known f1 journalist came towards me. She was wearing a very low-cut top and her blonde hair flowed down her shoulders. Eyes up, Daniel. I told myself. Making the point to keep good eye contact.
"Good to see you Daniel." Heather Withrow smiled and extended a hand, which I shook.
"Its nice to see you as well." I returned the smile.
She showed me where to sit then went over to talk to the camera man. I looked down at my watch. Five past when the interview was supposed to start. Maybe they are having technical difficulties I shrugged. I picked up my phone to check my e-mail to make sure I had been right about the time. Maybe I was early. I skimmed down through the email until I saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks "Driver and Engineer interview". I looked up from my phone and sure enough, walking, or rather limping through the door was T.C. I jumped up out of my seat to go help her over here.
"Why didn't you remind me that you were coming?" I hissed in her ear, but kept a smile for the media to see. I shrugged my shoulder under her arm to give her more support and I force her to pull her arm over my shoulder and lean her weight on me.
"Because Its not my job to remind you of every little detail." T.C. spat back.
"Well, I could have helped you get here." I sighed. She clearly had missed what I meant.
"I'm here aren't I?" she muttered, trying to wriggle away from me.
"Please, let me help you." I whispered harshly, pulling her closer. She glared at me, but stopped resisting. I helped her to the seat that was beside mine.
"How kind of you Daniel." Heather cooed. "is he always helping you out like this?" she asked T.C.
"Oh, yeah. Its hard to keep him from helping sometimes. He is just so... helpful." she smiled sweetly to Heather, before throwing another mean glance my way.
"That's so adorable." Heather said, oblivious to the animosity T.C. had towards me. "Well, are you two ready to get this interview going?"
"Yes." T.C. and I both said in unison, eliciting another sideways glance from my engineer.
"So, T.C. being the head engineer must be a tough job." Heather said, poised with her pen and paper. The camera's were rolling. Making me a bit on edge. I'm alright in front of the camera, but I usually say something stupid at some point. I always dread that.
"It's not the easiest thing I've ever done, but its what I love." T.C. answered gracefully and eloquently. She completely defied the stereotype that most had of Southern Americans. She was classy and absolutely
perfection, always.
"And Daniel, I'm sure it has been difficult adjusting to having a new engineer." Heather directed her next question to me. I swallowed hard.
