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 😘
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Kimi was looking at his phone, dejected. He didn’t 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 didn’t help. He’d tried not to focus on it, but ever since Miami, he’d been keeping tabs on the guy – wanting to prove he deserved respect, wanting to show everyone he was just as good and rising fast. But how was he supposed to “fight hard” when he was starting dead last? His thoughts drifted to Blanchimont, to the overtakes he’d need to pull off that were near impossible, to Oscar’s Spa simulation session he’d seen on Insta during the week. The show-off.
Kimi’s leg started bouncing against the floor, restless, until a hand landed gently on his shoulder. “You okay?” Toto asked. “Yes, yes,” he replied a bit too quickly. “Yes, of course,” he added, steadying his voice. “Don’t overthink it, Kimi. Even if the chances aren’t with you today, you’re going to go out there and do your best. Get some of those points, right?” “Right,” Kimi sighed. The points. His zero points compared to Oscar's 200-plus.
Sometimes, being a rookie sucked.
