Reviewing priorities - Sebastian Vettel

Monaco 2014 pt. 3

'You know you will. But I won't drink much, I'm flying back tomorrow' she replied, catching a glimpse of herself in the screen and looked at Dan who seemed amused.

'well, that's gonna start some rumours.' Dan laughed 'gotta go, Taz, see you later alligator'

'In a while crocodile' she replied, still seeing her copy on the many screens.

She gave the cameraman a little wink and walked off, hoping people would leave her alone and wouldn't look at her more than they already were.

She walked out of the pitlane, through the paddock, longing for a smoke with a sea-front view. She patted her pockets looking for her tobacco pouch, but found them empty. She stopped in a quiet corner to look through her backpack with no luck.

'Damn, that was a brand new pouch' she thought, annoyed.

'I think you might be looking for this?' she heard a voice she knew she'd heard before. Valeria looked up to be faced with Sebastian Vettel and his assistant. The German was holding out her tobacco pouch and her lighter.

'oh god, thank you. That's about a tenner you saved me' she said.

'I could have saved you a lot more in medical bills by not giving it back' he replied, with a smile.

'you sound just like Jules. Is that what all racing drivers are like? But, yeah, I live in the UK, the NHS is free'she joked. 'thank you though, my poor finances really will benefit from this'

'You could save a lot by quitting' he replied, as Britta pulled his arm lightly to say it was time to go.

'oh no, you have to go' she pretended to be upset. 'I'll have to get the rest of this telling off another time' she joked.

'I'm not sure I should have been nice to you' the German laughed. 'see you around, I guess?'

'maybe? Depends how much Jules can put up with me' Valeria smiled. 'thanks, Mr. Vettel'

'you're welcome... Jules' friend?' Britta pulled his arm a bit more.

'Let's keep my real name a mystery. You really need to go, now. Thanks again' Valeria winked, walking away.

'Sebastian, we need to go' Britta told the German in their native language, as he still watched the girl with the brightly coloured hair walk off.

'I know. She was nice.'

'was she?' the assistant chuckled.

'yeah, she spoke to me like I'm a normal person, that's rare he replied with a smile.

'fucking hell, Valeria. That's no way of talking to a 4 time world champion' Valeria thought, walking out of the paddock to Jules' place. Her cheek was going to be her downfall one day.

She walked into the empty flat, directing herself to the bathroom to take a shower. She needed to get the champagne out of her clothes and herself, after having basically showered herself in it. As she was about to throw herself under the hot jets, her phone vibrated with a call from Dave. She turned the shower off and picked up, putting her phone in loudspeaker.

'Hey, alright?' she asked.

'so it's not just Jules then. It's the Ricciardo bloke too'

'excuse me?! Hello, by the way. I'm ok, thanks for asking'

'don't you pretend you don't know what I'm on about. I saw you on TV' Dave replied, annoyed.