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[ Ｓｅｒｇｉｏ Ｐｅｒｅｚ]

Requested by: Welps_123

"How do you feel after this crash?"

"People are saying you shouldn't have gotten the seat in the first place, what do you say to that?"

"You haven't been placing lately, is this crash the final nail in your career's coffin?"

"Your potential as a rookie took a nosedive after today's crash. Is it possible you lose your seat?"

"When you do lose your seat, what are your plans? Are you trying other areas of motorsport or will you just be giving up?"

"Who do you think will replace you for the remainder of the season?"

I was seriously hyperventilating with all these stupid questions. It was the first crash of my first F1 season, and it hadn't even been my fault. I got rear-ended by Magnussen when I clearly had given him enough space for him and a train to pass me.

And yet, everyone was talking about how I had already lost all the potential I had as a rookie and that I would be getting kicked mid-season and replaced by someone better.

The questions kept coming, but I couldn't hear anything, and I couldn't breathe either, I felt like the walls were closing in on me, that was until a hand on my shoulder pulled me back to reality, "I happen to think she's having a fantastic season. And one crash, that wasn't even her fault, does not define her worth as a driver."

I looked up, finding Checo standing next to me with a smile on his face.
The interviewers started going haywire at his interference, before Marge, my PR, stepped up.

"I got this, you go relax a little."

"C'mon, I'll take you to your garage."

I walked alongside Checo to the Williams garage in silence, and once we got to the garage, I turned to Checo, and before I could get a word out, he beat me to it, "Are you okay?"

I stopped, forcing out a small smile in his direction, "I will be, don't worry. And thanks for stepping in, I was about to cry."

Checo laughed lightly "No one could tell, I promise," he looked me over, with a look that said he was turning the cranks on his brain, thinking about something, "How about we get dinner tonight?"

I blinked up at him, feeling myself blush, "I-I-I"

"As a way to get your mind off of this day. And then drinks?"

I looked at his smile and found myself smiling back and agreeing.

(...)

I did a final check of my appearance in the mirror of my hotel room as I heard a knock on my door and I went to open it, finding Checo on the other side with his hands behind his back.

"You look absolutely stunning," Checo said with a smile, before extending me a small box, "I got this for you."

I grinned as I blushed, "Wow, thanks, you really didn't have to."

"Come on, open it!"

I opened the box and found a bracelet with a charm with my racing number on it. I carefully picked it out of the box, smiling in awe at it, "Checo, it's beautiful, thank you so much!"

I threw my arms around his neck, and heard him laugh as he hugged me back, "Come on, let me help you put it on."

I let go of him, still blushing brightly as I extended the bracelet and my left arm, watching as he tied the bracelet around my wrist. We both looked at the bracelet on my arm, and I let out a small giggle, "You got the perfect size. It's a perfect fit."