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Y/N laughed as she watched Max get thrown off the mechanical bull. It served him right for giving her coffee with salt and pepper that morning. Or for the time he put shaving foam on her sneakers. Or for the time he switched her phone language to Russian. Or the time he filled all her fireproofs and racing suits with glitter (which she still kept finding in the most random places).

He was a kid sometimes. Not that Y/N didn't retaliate, but that was another story.

Max glared at her as he stood up, "Not a word from you."

Y/N laughed, "Did I say anything?"

"It's the look, hermosa, you have the look in your eyes."

Y/N turned to Carlos with a laugh, "I have the eyes of an angel."

"Y/N you're up on the bull."

Max laughed, "She's not going to be able to even climb on the bull. She'll be faceplanting on the floor faster than I did."

"I've climbed on worse things, Maxie. You met one of them."

Y/N made a face at him, reaching to steal Carlos's cowboy hat, since hers had been left in her car, which was parked in front of the hotel because Max and her had carpooled here and Y/N honestly lived to flirt with Carlos and get the media and her PR to freak out over it, and in a way, so did Carlos. They always flirted very publicly, and even though they'd been doing it for years, the media still went crazy, speculating if they were having a secret affair, going to ridiculous points, like saying they had already picked their marriage date and venue and that they were expecting a child (none of which was true).

Daniel howled with laughter, making all of them look at him, "It's nothing, just there's this tiny cowboy hat rule."

Y/N rose an eyebrow, all too aware of the cameras pointed at them, before she decided to just say fuck it – as she usually did, "And what's the rule, Ricciardo?"

Daniel smirked, his eyes jumping between Y/N and Carlos, "Well, Y/N my dear, you wear the hat you ride the cowboy."

Y/N flushed brightly, before looking at Carlos, who was winking at her, "Keep it hermosa, we can work it out later tonight."

Y/N laughed, hearing the PRs in the room complaining about their flirting.

She approached the bull, before turning to the 3 men, "Watch and learn boys, watch and learn."

"You watching that, Carlos? The girl's putting on a show for you." Daniel teased and Y/N laughed, giving him the finger.

"Nah Danny," she said as she climbed on the bull, adjusting herself, "I'm about to give you all a lesson in riding."

(...)

Grid meetings were always the most boring thing I'd ever attended.

In 2019, my rookie year, I'd found everything fascinating, but it wore off quickly.

"Y/N?"

I looked ahead of me, to the FIA official at the head of the table and I rose an eyebrow, "Yeah?"

"You might want to keep attention to this particular section."

I looked to the projected presentation, huffing when I noticed it was a section about media presence and relationships among drivers.

"That felt targeted, but okay."

Max chuckled on my left and mumbled something about me being chaotic, as I felt fingers grazing my right thigh.

I glanced to my right, seeing Carlos, who looked at me to offer me an innocent smile, and I shook my head slightly as I smiled back at him.

Carlos kept running his fingers up and down my thigh the rest of the meeting, and honestly, with such a distraction, I really could not be bothered with listening to a single word being said over the next hour and a half.