𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃, max verstappen

02 ; right person, wrong time

Although Mercedes' strategies were always the same, I was still forced to listen to them and join in the conversations.

Lewis explained to us and the engineers which tires he wanted to start with and, as always, my father contradicted him and preached that the others were better.

George was much more straightforward. He explained to Toto what he was going to do and then discussed with him how to proceed.

And I just stood there and had to listen to what the pilots had to say. Although I wouldn't describe myself as completely clueless, I had no idea how the vehicles were put together and even if I wanted to have a say, I simply didn't have the knowledge.

We sat in the pits for a whole hour discussing with the drivers and our substitutes how the race would go tomorrow and what would happen if one of our drivers had to be replaced.

I didn't really care about any of that.

I kept glancing at the other team. Max was out with his girlfriend, his hand on her hip and smiling at her in love.

I sighed.

"He doesn't have it so easy at the moment, you know." I winced as Lewis stood next to me, resting his big hand on my shoulder as we both looked at Max.

I didn't look at the man next to me, I had no idea what was going on in Max's life.

"You don't say. The whole winning thing must be incredibly stressful for him."

I turned away, walked away from the Mercedes driver and went to one of the screens to check how our points were doing at the moment.

It didn't look good. Lewis had only managed to secure thirteen points on the last lap, and George only ten.

I dropped my head into my hands, in desperate need of clear thoughts that I couldn't get here. The weather was humid and I felt cramped in my own body, almost trapped.

I was trapped in my body and it was impossible for me to escape.

"I have an interview in ten. You're coming with me."

George was the sunshine of our group and although I was infinitely grateful that he always tried to cheer me up, his good mood was not at all convenient.

"What?" My brows drew together. Perplexed, I looked at the grinning man, somehow searching for signs of lies on his face.

He loved to scare me, only to reveal that he hadn't meant it.

"I have an interview in ten minutes. You're coming with me," He grabbed me by the shoulders and urged me towards the driver's compartment. "Get yourself ready. I'll wait here." He grinned sweetly at me and closed the door in my face.

I took a deep breath.

He couldn't possibly be serious.

He was a driver, literally famous, and I was... Me.

My heart was beating fast in my chest as I frantically adjusted my make-up and then put the top back on my body, as it had slipped down earlier.

Inwardly, I hoped no one had noticed.

After five minutes, George came rushing into the room and gently grabbed my arm before jogging out of the room with me and running quickly to the main building where the interview was apparently to take place today.