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

Monza

'I'll take you to the Ferrari hospitality. It's a fairly quiet corner, and Emily can collect you whenever she's ready.' Britta offered, Emily nodding next to her. 'Perfect, it's settled then. Toodles!'

Britta turned them around and started their journey towards the bright red building, matching to her outfit. Right, it's the team's colour. 'It's our home race; hence we have heavy media presence this weekend... We're rather swamped, I'm afraid', Britta apologised when she took her inside of the building and turned sharply right, entering into a spacious room, filled with white tables and chairs with waitresses running around. 'No problem at all. I'll manage it. Thank you, Britta', Scar said gracefully. Britta nodded curtly and sighed when her phone rang. 'Goodness. Can't this man do anything himself?' she mumbled affectionately before she declined the call and turned her attention to Scar. 'Go', Scar smiled assuringly. 'I'll be here.'

'There you are, Britta. I have been looking -' Seb's voice announced behind them, making Britta turn around. Seb had stopped on his tracks when his eyes found Scar's blue orbs. 'Hi Scar', he said before his attention shifted towards Britta. 'What time are we supposed to be at the stage? Charles -'

'We're late', Britta panicked and pushed Seb out of the space, yelling over her shoulder. 'See you later, love!' Scar looked at the pair in amusement when she saw them falling into a passionate conversation when their speed increased to jogging.

Since she became restless when she stayed still, Scar decided to leave the hospitality section, and she began her adventure. She was walking amid the crowd, jumping once a while when she heard screams when one of the drivers walked passed their fans.

She was bothered by how she and Emerson ended their previous phone call. Hence she called him. An unsettling feeling crept into her when he didn't pick up his phone, so she left a message.

'Hi, love. It's me. If you want to stay home on the weekend, you can... I'm, eh, in Monza -' She chuckled when the words came out of her mouth. Why would she be in Monza? '- Emily invited me to a rather spontaneous weekend in the Grand Prix... Something to do with racing, I dunno. Anyhow, I miss you, love. Can't wait to see you soon. Love you.'

She rubbed her tired eyes and hoped she would have drunk a cup of tea before she began her wondering. Then she pumped into someone by accident. 'I'm so sorry -', She started quickly, but the words got stuck to her throat when she met Graham's entertained look. 'No problem. The pumps are pretty standard event during the weekends. If you don't manage to run into someone, it means you haven't been late yet', he replies to her apologies cheekily, and she felt more at ease when she flashed a smile to Graham. 'Then I have nailed this weekend's experience already', she joked cheekily. They continued their journey, exchanging pleasantries. 'I thought I would reach out to you tomorrow, but I can also do this now and email you the details later today. The fiver was impressed with your skills and experience today. Therefore, we would like to offer you a Press Officer role at F2/F3 categories.'

Scar stared at the man standing before her with wide eyes. She laughed out loud. 'That's insane', She blurted out and turned to scarlet red once she knew the extension of her embarrassment. 'What I mean ', she began to fix the situation quickly. 'I know nothing about the sport, which could make the job challenging at times. I'm also confused about why you would pick me if I know nothing about the sport?' Graham pursued his lips together, a thoughtful look on his face before he spoke calmly. 'We are impressed with your ability to handle media. You have the first-hand experience, which means you could coach the youngsters on tackling the challenging situations in front of the journalists. We want the best for our drivers. You're the best. Read the offer more in detail and think about it. We would love to have you in the team', Graham finalised his monologue and apologised that he had to leave. 'I hope to hear back from you soon', he said and waved to her, disappearing to the crowd.