𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐲 | 𝘓𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘴 𝘏𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘯

❀ 74

the race was too early for me

As he complained about his car all I could think was whether or not this weather would take a 360 and pour down on us during the race.

"and that's why I came P14"

"yeah yeah shits tragic new patek, I got to go love you!"

I quickly ran off as I saw Mick.

"thank god" I breathed out throwing myself at him.

"what happened?" He chuckled.

"Dennis wouldn't shut up about the race" I groaned.

"well that's your dennypoo so deal with it" he teased.

I slapped his chest making him laugh.

"good morning Amani"

"morning" I smiled grabbing the mic.

"do you think you can beat every driver on the grid?"

I snickered.

"haven't I done so already" I winked.

As I was listening to the questions she had to ask I overheard a little bit of Christian and Max's interview.

"he just needs an arm around his shoulder" he smiled throwing his arm around Max.

his qualifying was poor yesterday

I really feel for him you know. He has never had a teammate outperform him like this since he moved up to Red Bull from Toro Rosso.

And to add salt into the already stinging wounds, I'm a rookie for crying out loud.

I sighed.

"any comment?"

I snapped back into reality and saw everyone staring at me awaiting a response.

"s-sorry what?"

After my interviews were done, Mick returned to Mercedes and Charles and I began to play tag.

well sorta...

"Amani give it back!"

"no!"

"stop running!"

"no!"

"Amani watch out!"

"wha-oof"

I hit a wall.

I looked up and saw a pair of brown eyes staring down at me and the owners arms wrapped around my frame stabling me.

I gulped.

"be careful Amani" he practically whined out letting me go.

My heart clenched a little watching him walk off.

"what's going on between you two?"