From Deep End to Surface and Everything In Between (Sebastian Vettel FanFic)

Monza

Monza, Italy - September 2020

'Welcome to Autodromo Nazionale Monza!' Emma squealed excitedly and threw her hands beside her for a grand entrance, earning an eye roll from Scar. She strolled behind Emily, sinking in the madness around her. They stood before the gates to the paddock, seemingly waiting for someone to join them amid an intense flow in and out of the area. Emily gave Scar's pass to her, forcing her to swear to keep good care of it. 'People are dying to get these passes as you have access everywhere', Emily gave a pointed look before she continued typing on her phone, ignoring Scar. 'Alright, she is running late since her driver likes to talk too much.' Emily announced after intense texting session, earning a puzzled look from Scar. 'Who are we meeting?'

'A friend of mine.' Emily's response was vague. Scar shrugged as she had met a fair share of Emily so-called friends over the years, and she would be surprised if she recognised the person. She wasn't wrong when a blond woman in her 40s approached them with a gentle smile playing on her lips, blue eyes sparkling with joy. 'Hello there stranger.' the woman greeted Emily warmly, and they wrapped their hands around each other, engaging into a lively conversation. Scar moved restlessly next to them, feeling out of place when the friends caught up. They turned towards her, hands hanging loosely on their shoulder, standing in line. 'Britta, this is -'

'Scarlette Smith!' The woman beamed with a knowing look on her eyes. 'Y-y-yes, that's correct. It's wonderful to meet you -'

'Britta Roeske.' Britta shook hands with Scar, grinning from ear to ear, yet a varied look stayed on Scar's face. 'Emily, she's wonderful.' Scar widened her eyes and shifted her gaze towards Emily, expecting to get an explanation to Britta's bizarre comment. 'Should I know something?' Britta chuckled, and Emily responded: 'You'll know everything in due's time. Right then. Intros made. Shall we start the tour? Is Mia joining?'

'She's tied up with engagements with Charles. She'll try.' Emily chuckled. 'Where's your man?'

'Track walk. A moment of a piece for a couple of hours. Shall we?'

Scar was confused when Emily took a firm grip from her hand and escorted her down an avenue with the buildings on both sides, doors everyone, and people moving in and out of the buildings. 'This is the paddock side. The Garages and pit lane are on the left. The office, meeting spaces and hospitality sections are on the right side. We're heading to the pit lane next.'

Paddock? Pit lane? Hospitality? Where the hell did Emily take her? The ladies accompanied Scar through the threshold into a pitch-black hallway with a blinking light at the end of the tunnel, giving her strong horror film vibes. They arrived at the other side, her eyes meeting the asphalt and fence right in front of them, and Scar wondered what the hype was until she heard a noise coming from the right that made her jump to death. 'Blimey!' She yelled when she put her fingers onto her ears to protect them. 'What is happening?!' Emily and Britta shared amused looks and pointed behind her, making her turn around to find the source of the sound.

A bright red car was standing inside the open garage. A man with a matching red uniform standing next to the car with headphones on, speaking rapidly to a person inside the vehicle. She couldn't see well who the person was, but he looked vaguely familiar. It couldn't be - 'Seb', she blurted and turned around her feet, panic visible on her body language. 'Relax, Scar. That's Charles, the other Ferrari driver. Seb doesn't know you're here.' Emily rolled her eyes when Scar was already ready to spring back to the endless corridor before stopping on her tracks. 'You're sure?'

'I believe so. I would know as Britta here is his PR Manager. Chill. He's still at the track hence Britta is with us', Emily commented sarcastically, sharing unamused looks with Britta. Scar's body became more relaxed, but she remained on high alert. She began feeling the unpleasant twinkling in the lower abdomen when they stood on the side, gathering curious looks from passing people. Scar hid behind her sunglasses and blond hair, hoping first time in her life that she would be shorter as she felt being a bull's eye with her striking model height and athletic physique. 'Let's continue the tour', Emily said impatiently, continuing the journey along pit lane. '10 teams, 20 drivers. The orange coloured one is Mclaren, on their right is -' She pointed towards random garages, all having their signature colours. Scar was on overdrive when she tried to sink all the small details Emile threw at her direction with accuracy and precision.