"There are many things that I
Would like to say to you but I don't know how...
《Whatever happens, I've already won something in my life. You 》
...Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all, you're my wonderwall"
"Deep within ourselves, we all want to believe we are tough, but being tough isn't just about being tough. We must learn to accept the fact that, for once, we can not be tough"
📍 Monte Carlo Grand Prix, June 7
When someone knocked on his door, he thought it was too late. She was already ready, but as she was in her beloved disposition, the delay was part of herself. He opened by not looking in the least at who he was and when Sebastian found himself on the doorstep, he almost smiled with relief.
《Seb, thank goodness. You have to help me because I'm in mega delay》
《What a novelty》
said his friend with a smile. The two had met shortly after his arrival at Red Bull. In Sebastian he had found a real friend he could blindly trust. And even though they were from two different stables, they always found a way to have a beer together and talk a little bit.
《What did you lose this time?》he asked, alluding to the fact that Sophia was a person who tended to lose sight of anything. Not that you couldn't trust it, anyway. 《This time nothing. I just have to put on my shoes.》 《Ah, less bad》The German pilot sat on the bed and watched her. She was really beautiful. There was no doubt about that. The Spanish traits could be seen. Her long brown hair framed a graceful face. 《I hate these parties》 sophia admitted all of a sudden. The typical gala dinner in Monte Carlo could not miss as every year. However, Sophia could very well avoid it, but from the moment she received the invitation, she couldn't give a hole. To reassure her was the fact that she could count on her friends who were slowly becoming a second family for her.《Unfortunately, it is practice. Come on, that a couple of orettes and it's all going to end》 he tried to calm her down, Seb. 《I hope so. I can't wait to get home. Okay, ready》 《Ready to roll them all out?》 《The one always》
《I thought you were wearing tennis shoes》
《I thought about it, actually, my feet already hurt》
The two left the door arm in arm, smiling, and then walked towards the exit. Sophia already had sore feet, yes, but she was beautiful in her simple black dress but too excessive for her. She was the classic girl who preferred a pair of converse to a pair of heels 1000 times better. Even at the wedding of one of her aunts, she wore flat shoes under the long dress strongly desired by her mother. Had it been up to her, she would have worn a suit, 100,000 times more comfortable. Conditioned by the world of motors? Most likely, but ... she loved him to death.
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The great location chosen was great for real. A flood of photographers were ready for the arrival of the drivers and the winner of that grand prix. Hamilton, of course. Although she was not such a loved one, Sophia was very comfortable with him. He had also learned about Lewis during his first months on the job, and it turned out to be quite the opposite of how the newspapers write.
