Well, it's been forever since I logged in to Tumblr and even longer since I wrote anything for a fandom, but a bet is a bet, and I lost it. So here I am, writing about F1 drivers that I am completely ignorant of.
Cheers to @wunderlichkind and @monisse ๐
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Kimi was looking at his phone, dejected. He didnโt like Spa. On top of qualifying last, the 80-minute delay had worked on his nerves, and seeing Oscar chatting on the grid with George and Max didnโt help. Heโd tried not to focus on it, but ever since Miami, heโd been keeping tabs on the guy โ wanting to prove he deserved respect, wanting to show everyone he was just as good and rising fast. But how was he supposed to โfight hardโ when he was starting dead last? His thoughts drifted to Blanchimont, to the overtakes heโd need to pull off that were near impossible, to Oscarโs Spa simulation session heโd seen on Insta during the week. The show-off.
Kimiโs leg started bouncing against the floor, restless, until a hand landed gently on his shoulder. โYou okay?โ Toto asked. โYes, yes,โ he replied a bit too quickly. โYes, of course,โ he added, steadying his voice. โDonโt overthink it, Kimi. Even if the chances arenโt with you today, youโre going to go out there and do your best. Get some of those points, right?โ โRight,โ Kimi sighed. The points. His zero points compared to Oscar's 200-plus.
Sometimes, being a rookie sucked.
