THE INTERN (A Lestappen x Y/n Rivalry)

Work

Chapter 2: Field Work
Y/N POV
It's been a month of working for RedBull already, today I woke up as I snoozed my 5 am alarm clock... my hand missed at least twice before finally silencing the relentless. With a groggy sigh, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stumbled to my feet.
My short red hair was a tousled mess as I made my way to the kitchen. I managed to knock over a coffee mug, but my reflexes saved the morning brew from meeting a tragic end.

Next came the wardrobe dilemma. As I stared at my closet, my big eyes squinted as if trying to will the perfect outfit to materialize.
After a series of mismatched attempts, finally I settled on something suitable for the high-paced world of Formula 1 media management, a little bit casual, a RedBull classic polo shirt, and some comfy long jeans with my favorite sneakers.

After setting up all my outfit and cleaning my room I had to jump to the next challenge: making breakfast.
The toast popped up, startling me again, and again I spread a bit too much jam on the bread, causing it to ooze over the edges.

"Ugh"...

NARRATOR POV

Time seemed to slip away as she raced against the clock. Eventually, she managed to style her hair, though not without a minor battle involving her hairdryer and a rogue comb. Her makeup, usually meticulous, ended up slightly uneven due to a sudden sneeze right in the middle of applying mascara.

Finally, she gathered her belongings, slipping on one shoe before realizing she had yet to put on her pants?! Chuckling at her own clumsiness, Y/N managed to complete her outfit, albeit with a minor wrinkle she didn't have time to fix.

Rushing out the door, she couldn't help but think that her morning had been a series of adorable misadventures. Somehow, despite the chaos, she always managed to arrive at Red Bull Racing headquarters with a bright smile, ready to face the challenges of the day with her trademark enthusiasm.

As the Formula 1 season raced on, Y/N, the media manager at Red Bull Racing, found herself drawn to the charismatic Max Verstappen. She couldn't help but notice his magnetic charm and the way his blue eyes sparkled under the pit lane lights, kinda hard working on a field full of handsome people.

That sunny afternoon at the track, the red head was engrossed in her work, coordinating interviews and social media updates. Max strolled over, looking dashing in his racing gear, helmet tucked under his arm.

"Hey, Y/N," Max greeted her with a sly smile. "Got any inside scoops for me today?"

Max had this running joke where he would show up at Y/Ns office and ask for any information Christian Horner could've gave away to her ever since he saw her and her boss walking and chatting around the garage often. If only he knew...

Y/N chuckled, her heart weirdly fluttering at the playful tone in his voice.

"I might have a few secrets up my sleeve, Max, but they're top secret!"

Max leaned in closer, his voice low and
teasing.
"Come on, you can trust me with those secrets, can't you?"

Y/N felt her cheeks flush, and she met Max's gaze with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Well, maybe if you win the race this weekend, I'll consider sharing something special with you."

Max raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh, is that a challenge, Y/N?" Max looked determined to get that win just for that top secret nonsense, he was taking a little bit too seriously.

Wouldn't it be crazy to see Max win every race this season?...

Their playful banter continued throughout the weekend, with Max making it a point to stop by her office or find excuses to chat with her during downtime. Y/N found herself looking forward to these moments, who would've thought this past month would be dedicated go flourish a new friendship between this girl and this driver. This was a good start...

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