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“Another podium for you how does it feel?”

“Uhm good, yeah.” I say.

“That was your 5th career podium.” The interviewer said. “In only your debut in Formula one.”

“Well my dad had 103 after 20 years so.” I say.

“Alright thank you!” They say and I walk to the next one and so on. They’re so annoying. I go to the paddock and my dad is there.

I walk up and hug him. “Good job today.” He said.

“Thank you isi.” I say. “The media is just ehh today.”

“They’re always like that, never gets old.” He said. “Give them dry answers and they’ll move on.”

“Always, that’s what you did!” I say.

He retired last year, and I entered. I didn’t get his spot, but I did get a Mercedes spot.. “Only 18 and you’re doing amazing!” Lewis said.

“Thank you!” I say.

“The media pen isn’t happy though.” He said. “Called you dry with answers.”

“Well.” I say. “What do they expect?”

“Apparently more than what you’re giving them.” Lewis laughed. “Little kimi following her dad’s footsteps.”

“Ehh.” I disagree without words.

“Following?” My dad said. “She’s passing me.”

“She’s still amazingly good.” Lewis compliments.

We do the podium and celebrate. The media calls a press with the top 5. Me, Lewis, Lando, Oscar, and Alonso surprisingly enough. They ask all the questions and I zone out for most of it.

“Raïkkönnen? Any thoughts?” One asked.

“What was the question?” I ask. The guys laugh and he repeats the question of ‘Mercedes performance gaining recognition’ “It was only a matter of time.” I respond. “I wouldn’t have joined if the performance was shit.”

Alonso nudges me and laughs. I look at him and smile. He’s one of my dad’s good friends. “Thank you.” The interviewer said. “How are you guys celebrating?”

“A nap.” I say quickly.

“Ouu I might steal that answer.” Lando said.

“Maybe a few bottles of champagne, huh little Kimi?” Alonso nudged me again. I smile at his answer and shake my head at him.

“I like Alonso’s answer.” Lewis laughed.

“Yeah me too.” Oscar agreed also.

I laugh with a hand on my forehead. They’re gonna get me in trouble. Last podium I went clubbing with the top 10, my dad wasn’t there so I drank and drank. Alonso had to cut me off.

“Partying and Naps to celebrate then.” The interviewer laughed.

After the interview and packing up, I’m back in my driver trailer for the night. My dad stays with me when he’s at races, it’s cheaper and we get more time together.

“What were they talking about at the press?” He asked.

“I was barely paying attention isi.” I say. “Something about partying.”

“Ahh, I did that a lot.” He said. “You should be partying right now.”

“Isi, no.” I scoff. “I don’t party.”

“Yes you do, Alonso told me about last time.”

“What?!” I ask.

“Yeah, he tells me everything about you.”

“Well that was one time.” I say.

“Come on, you have to party!” He encouraged. “You’re only 18 once.”

“Fine! Fine.” I say. “Find out where they are, I’ll get ready.”

“That’s my girl!” He laughed.

I go to my bags and find a clubbing outfit. I find a sparkly black tight dress with no straps, I must’ve shoved it in there and forgot about it. I put it on, doing my makeup and hair after. I go out and dad’s sitting on his phone. “Your driver has the location.” He said.

“Okay, I’ll be back later Isi.” I say walking out.

The next few get longer I promise