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her the senior f1 journalist that he keeps avoiding
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"Just a sweet and nice guy who loves ice cream and running."
"You'll regret saying he's just a nice and...
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➥@pastry: putek na yan, tumalikod lang ako (
Translation: "Fck this, I just turned around.")
➥@olls: aamin ka na talaga @tutur
(Translation: "you will really admit now.")
➥@lightningmcharles: no more escaping HAHA
➥@danielricciardo: finally mate
➥@kinderjoy: when's it my turn
➥@michvettel: why don't you open your fucking eyes and see the world like we do
➥@kinderjoy: I don't have my eyes closed though
➥@sebv5priv: he is an idiot
Race Day: Despite experiencing podiums multiple times, this was something Max would never forget. The feeling of his beating heart, it wasn't because of adrenaline, it wasn't because he won, it wasn't because of her father.
But rather, the feeling of his heart was caused by that one brunette standing with his team. Looking up at him with a bright smile.
It wasn't the first time that Angel was standing with the crowd, looking at the winners, looking at Max. But this time, she felt her cheeks hurt from the big smile on her face. This time the amount of happiness was through the roof.
There he was, her Emilian. Her boyfriend. Her giliw standing there with a proud smile as the British Anthem played. He looked so proud of himself despite being in P2, it was such a sight to see.
The smile on his face was different from the smile he would wear when he was the winner of a race. The feeling he was experiencing while looking at her was much better than what he would feel as the winner.
And as the champagne was sprayed and as he carried his trophy down. He passed it to Clara who was smiling, already knowing what he had planned.
Max rushed to the team and was congratulated. But as he was on his way down he had lost sight of the beauty that was Evangeline Mendoza. He was smiling and laughing with the team when they realized who he was looking for.
He turned his head around until the team finally turned him around. They laughed at his reaction, reaching out to her and wrapping his arms around her.
She smiled and accepted the hug, wrapping her arms around him. She let out a chuckle and kissing his cheek, "I'm so proud of you Emi." she said as she pulled away slightly.
He smiled wide, "Even in P2?" he asked. She giggled and nodded, "Even in P2." she reassured him.
Interviews were on going and Max was doing one with SkySports. He was laughing and making jokes, something the other reporters were not used to. It had been a while since the old Max (the outgoing and open), but there he was now.
The reporter did not waste time and asked what most reporters have been itching to ask, "So Max." he asked and the driver laughed.
"Come on ask away." the Dutch driver said with a smile. The reporter cleared his throat, "You have been talking about this special someone that have inspired and motivated you to do better..." he trailed.
Max hummed and smiled, clearly he knew where it was going. "And you have been tweeting a lot about this person, but earlier today it seems as you were awfully close to Evangeline Mendoza. Is it safe to assume that she is the same person?"
The Dutch driver looked to the side where Angel was interviewing race winner George Russell. The camera caught this and panned to the girl.
Angel noticed and smiled, she waved before turning her attention back to George. Max chuckled, "Yes, she is the same girl I have been talking about and the same girl I am posting about. My giliw, Evie."
And that was it for the Formula 1 community to go insane.
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