The interviews have been going on for a while now, questions varying from tires to the track conditions and preparation techniques. We all know personal questions are bound to be posed, we're just questioning which one will be the first.
"So Charles, this question is for you. You drove like a devil today, congratulations on pole by the way." One of the interviewers starts. I'm sitting in the press conference room with Kika. There is this place reserved for drivers family, behind the scenes, but we felt like being difficult and are located on one of the sides of the room, both with a cap on our head. Kika's cap is from McLaren, with Lando's number on it, and mine is a Mercedes cap with both driver numbers on it. "We can't help but notice that Bo Wolff is back in the paddock. Tell me, what's up with the two of you?" You're not serious. Really? I'm here one race, not even two days in and they're already involve me in their questions.
"I'm not sure what that has to do with the results of today but to answer your question, Bo Wolff indeed is at the paddock again. However I feel like Lewis and George are more fit to answer those questions since well, she is the daughter of Toto and not Mattia." Charles nods respectfully at the reporter asking the question. "As Charles said, she indeed is back at the paddock after quite some time and I believe we're going to be seeing her a lot more this season." Lewis answers the earlier asked question, leaving little to no space for rumours.
"Alright, Pierre the next question is for you. Your last few seasons have been going very well, can we expect you to change teams in the future?" Thank god we're back to professional questions again. "Obviously things can change in the future, but for now I'm very happy at Alpha Tauri." Empty answer, also sends a very clear message to the team. 'Get your shit together or lose one of the better drivers of the generation.'
"Again, about Bo Wolff, Lando, tell me. Who is she, what can we expect of you guys?" Back to personal questions I see. "Well, Bo is a lot of things. She's sweet and scary at the same time, very unpredictable which is why I won't be listing anymore of her qualities. She might just cut the curls off if I say bad things about her so, no thank you." Lando jokes, sending a wink in my direction. "Muppet." I scowl under my breath, causing Kika to laugh. "Then Lando, another girl that seems very close to you. Kika Gomes. Any relationship there?" Now it's my turn to grin. "Do you want me dead mate? Not a chance." The brit laughs it off without giving it much thought. His answer did silence reporters with other personal questions, seeing as the rest of the interviews went very professional.
"What a nightmare." I chuckle when Kika and I make our way outside. "Ki, believe me when I say they went easy on the boys." I smile at the few camera's noticing us. "And this is why the famous life isn't for me." A pushy pap shoves his camera into our faces, causing us to stumble backwards. "Bo Wolff. Any comment on the relationship rumours surrounding Charles Leclerc and yourself?" "Bo! Over here please!" "Kika! Any love story you can comment on?" "Over here ladies!" More and more paparazzi seem to smell a story and corner us. "Could you just let us through please?" I try to make a way through the multiple paparazzo but it's pointless. "Excuse me? Could you stop pushing us please." My efforts are vain, as the crowd seems to grow with time. "Kika, hold on to me okay? We're going to run." "Hey! Back up." Thank god for Kelly. The brunette is standing in the Red Bull garage with Penelope in her arms. Using the distraction to get out of the crowd, into the Red Bull quarters.
"What the hell was that all about?" The dark haired woman asks, putting her daughter on the ground. "They were probably waiting for the drivers after their media hour to try and get some juicy dating stories when they noticed us and tried to get them directly from the rumoured sources." Kika replies, shrugging at the thought. "Are they always this bad?" I nod at the question. "Sadly, yes. They have no feeling for boundaries or something of the sort. The thing is that the drivers really insist on keeping their private lives private, but tabloids believe they have this obligation towards their readers to spill every single detail about said private lives. I once found a paparazzo in Christian's garden while playing outside when I was ten. Needless to say he was absolutely furious." I recall the story as if it had happened yesterday. "Shocker." Kels mutters under her breath. "They get worse and worse with time. It's horrendous." I leave Kika and Kelly bitching about paparazzi for the little girl pulling at my trousers.
Penelope, Max' stepdaughter is standing in front of me, stuffed toy in her arms. She stretches them out, motioning for me to pick her up. "Hello pretty girl!" I smile as I rearrange her on my hip. "Hellooo! Look what I have!" She shows me her newest doll. "Wow, P that's a very pretty doll! Where'd you get it?" The toddler starts rambling bout how her dad got her the doll for Christmas and how she's collecting all the dolls and everything which is absolutely adorable.
After some time I notice Penelope getting tired. We decided on a track walk when the RedBull garage became too crowded, since toddlers and lots of noise isn't a great combination. So here I am, walking next to the track with little P in my arms. "Bo?" A British accent makes me turn around. "What are you doing out here?" He hisses, careful not to wake up the toddler laying against my chest. "Track walk, why?" Lando sighs deeply. "It's eight degrees out here and you're not even wearing a jacket. What do you think?" I grin. "You're being overprotective once again." Is he really? No. But am I going to listen to Lando Norris? Absolutely not. "Get inside Wolff." I roll my eyes. Yes I'm being difficult, I know. Lando raises an eyebrow at my action. "Bo Juliana Wolff if you don't get your ass inside in this and two seconds I'm telling Toto and Christian." When I tell you my mouth falls open. "You wouldn't." Let's say it like this. Dad and Christian are very much overprotective mama bears ever since Oliver. I mean, before they acted all protective too but now it's getting out of hand. "I would. So get your ass inside." The Brit confirms my suspicions of him being a snitch, nudging me towards the head building, where I know most of the drivers are. "I hate you, you know that?" I poke him in the side. "Yeah of course you do. Although, who would you call when you get sick? Not your parents because you don't want them to worry, no. You'd call me." Lando pokes me back. He's incredibly annoying when he's right, did you know that? No? Well now you do.
"Will you remind me to make a vlog this weekend please?" I change the subject, not wanting to admit that he's right. "Depends, what are you going to vlog about?" The Brit turns to me, awaiting my answer. "Probably just a day in the life during a Grand Prix, show how everything works on the race weekends, things like that?" I tell him my ideas for the vlog. "Mmh, maybe it's an idea to vlog with us too, like the drivers side, not only the visitors?" He brainstorms with me until I get a clear idea of what I want to do. By then we'd arrived at the big building next to the track. Without realising it myself, I shiver a bit, something that doesn't go unnoticed by one of the nineteen drivers inside the room. "You're cold." It's more of a statement than a question when it comes out of Sebs mouth. I swear, that man is such a dad. "Why?" Charles raises his eyebrow in something that is either confusion or concern. Or maybe a mix of both. "Missy out here thought it'd be a fun idea to go outside in eight degree weather without a jumper, or a jacket or anything." Lando Norris, over protection itself narrows his eyes at me when I shrug in innocence, sitting down while letting Penelope rest on my chest. "What?" Here comes big brother Lewis. Not even a minute later a jumper is thrown in my face. To my confusion not a Mercedes one, which I had expected, but an Alpha Tauri hoodie, followed by a mercedes scarf and a ferrari jacket. Belonging to no one other than Pierre Gasly, Lewis Hamilton and Carlos Sainz. "You lot are dramatic." I shake my head. "I didn't even know we had scarves?" I look up to Lewis, who is now glaring at me. "New merch." George luckily explains, giving me an excuse to look away from the other Brit. "Oh.. It's pretty though." I get a nod and a smile in return. Max, who's sitting next to me gently pries his stepdaughter of me to take off her pink jacket and cover her with a Red Bull one, which works like a blanket.
A few seconds later the girl is resting in her stepdad's arms, safe and sound. I can't help but feel grateful for Max taking over. Not that I don't like P, the opposite even. It's just that my arms were starting to feel numb. "Bo love, why in god's name would you go outside in this weather without anything to keep you warm?" I turn my head to Seb again. "It really wasn't that cold.." I shrug again, trying to suppress the chills on my bare arms. "Bo Juliana Wolff put the damn clothes on." Pierre Gasly, the forever nail in my coffin scolds me for my stubbornness. "Pierre. I'm fine." I try changing his mind, but it seems useless as he turns around so his whole body is facing me. I'm in trouble. "You know what? If you can look me in the eye and say you would let Jack stand outside like that for half an hour you're fine. If you can't, you're putting on the clothes." I roll my eyes, knowing damn well that I'm unable to go against him. "So?" The frenchman looks me straight in the eye, as if he's challenging me to prove myself to him. "That's exactly what I thought. Now put the damn clothes on." I glare at him while putting his hoodie on and I can't lie, it is comfortably warm. I finish the look by wrapping the black scarf around my neck. "And." I turn back to the blonde. "I'm not wearing a jacket inside Gasly." He glares at me, I glare back at him. Two can play this game.
What I didn't see coming is that Charles would put the jacket around my shoulders, locking it in place with his arm on top as if he knew I'd try to shrug it off. "Damn you all." I curse under my breath, completely missing the position Charles and I are in. His arm draped around my shoulders, with me pulled against his side. "You only have yourself to blame here love." Daniel Ricciardo. The one person whom I thought of would never betray me chooses the drivers' side. "You are such a traitor Danny." He widely smiles as if to say he's innocent. "Did you eat yet, ma belle?" Charles' voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I want to say yes so they leave me alone, but at the same time I don't want to lie to them. "That silence is too long, she didn't." I send a dirty look to Pierre, who once again completely exposed me. "Alright. Pasta or rice?" I look at the brunette next to me with a confused expression on my face. "Pasta it is." He picks for me, standing up and making his way out of the room.
Suddenly I'm left with a cold feeling on my shoulders where his arm was, just a few moments ago.