The reporter's loud voice attracted fans and other journalists. Soon she found herself surrounded.

"What do you think of your brother? Do you think he's good?"

"The best!" she answered quickly.

"Is it true he wants to leave Ferrari? What other teams is he looking at?"

She frowned. "We're on the red team..."

"What do you think of the bad reviews Charles is getting?"

"Charlie is getting...?" she asked, confused, not understanding the question.

"Have you ever seen him cry?"

Y/N tried to understand everything they were asking her, but she didn't understand half of what they were saying.

"Charles never cries," she answered quickly, finally a question she knew the answer to. "Except when we watch Finding Nemo!"

She tried to move forward, but the flashes blinded her, and the reporters didn't budge.

Her knees hit the ground and bled.

Her eyes filled with tears at that moment, and she wanted to find her brother, but her view was blocked by the legs of all those reporters. She was surrounded, hurt, and starting to get scared.

Luckily for her, one of her brothers appeared. He pushed one of the men aside and quickly lifted her up.

It was Charles.

As soon as she saw him, Y/n started to cry. Through her tears, she didn't hear Charles shouting and cursing at all those reporters, swearing it would be the last time any of them set foot in the paddock.

When they returned to the garage, Charles's heavy hand in her hair calmed her completely.

"I'm sorry, Charlie, I just wanted to say hello to Max."

"Shh," he soothed her, "it's not your fault, love. Let's get those wounds treated."

The smell of hot asphalt mixed with that of fuel. The screams of the mechanics, the metallic rattling, the engines that were already being tested in the garages... The season had just resumed, and for (y/n), each return to the paddock had the taste of a back-to-school experience.

She pulled her sunglasses up on her nose, holding back an amused smile as she saw Max, already surrounded by engineers, absorbed in his briefing. Nothing had changed: concentrated, his brow slightly wrinkled, he nodded his head with a serious air. The track was his kingdom.

However, (y/n) had never been content to be "the girlfriend of". She had known this environment long enough to feel almost at ease in it, but always in the background. She didn't like to put herself forward, let alone fuel the rumours that circulated every race weekend.

That morning, as she walked through the press area, she noticed a small group that was uncomfortable, a little too tight together. Three young drivers, caps screwed on their heads, badges still too new around their necks. The rookies.

They seemed lost, like students arriving at university for the first time. The cameras were already turning towards them; the journalists were trying to extract a well-placed sentence from them. (y/n) slows her pace, curious.

" Breathe, Logan, you look like a rabbit caught in the headlights," whispered one of the boys with a recognizable Australian accent. I've never seen so many microphones in my life.  « If you're stressed about that, you're not ready for the race," laughed the third.

A journalist asked a tricky question. The rookie in question stammered, blushed, and made a mistake in the name of a sponsor. The instant made the assembly sneer. (y/n) frowned: it wasn't bad, but she knew how cruel these beginnings could be.

Without really thinking, she approached discreetly. Taking advantage of a break between two questions, she slipped a few words to the most nervous:

"Drink a little water, and take your time." It's okay to pause before responding.

The boy looked up, surprised, then nodded shyly. His shoulders barely relaxed.

The conference ended in a mixture of nervous laughter and relief. The rookies dispersed, but not before one of them, the youngest, dared to approach him.

"Thank you... uh... I... thank you for earlier," he stammered, still flushed. «No problem," replied (y/n) with a gentle smile. The first time, it's always complicated. You did very well.

He gave an awkward smile before heading to his team. (y/n) stood there for a second, amused by the awkwardness that emanated from them.

"How many do you plan to adopt, exactly?"

Max's voice echoed behind her. He had appeared noiselessly, his arms crossed, his blue eyes laughing.

"I didn't adopt them," she protested, laughing. I just gave them a little help. «Mmh, he pretended to think. This is exactly what a mother who denies the obvious would say.

She rolled her eyes.

"I'm not their mother, Max." But it wouldn't surprise me if, by the end of the season, they call you "Mum".

She nudged him slightly with her elbow.

"Stop your nonsense, go listen to your engineer instead." You, on the other hand, prefer to listen to you right away.

He kissed her quickly, just enough for her to feel the curious looks around them. Max didn't care about the cameras, but she did. She pulled away with an embarrassed smile, shaking her head.

"You know you're going to end up with a reputation, if you keep going." I've seen worse," he replied with a wink.

They laughed together. However, deep down, (y/n) felt a strange warmth: the idea that these young people could see in her a reassuring face was not so unpleasant.

Later in the day, as she waited for Max outside the Red Bull garage, she saw two of the rookies hesitating to pass. One of them, the Australian, finally took the plunge.

"Uh... Excuse me. Is that... Do you think it's weird if I'm going to ask my engineer for advice now? I mean... he looks busy, and...

(y/n) held back a tender smile. She thought of Helmut Marko's serious face, of the engineers who were always overwhelmed.

"You know, it's their job to listen to your questions. You don't have to apologize for learning," she said softly. "Perhaps," he replied, fiddling with his cap. But still, I don't want to look like an idiot.

She placed a light hand on his arm.

"We all go through this. Even Max.

As luck would have it, Max came out of the garage at that moment.

"Me, what?" he asked. "You were as lost as they were when you started," she said with a mocking smile. But hey... She's not completely wrong," he added, turning to the rookie. Ask your questions, even the stupidest ones. Believe me, you'd rather look like an idiot in private than a fool on the trail.

The young man nodded gratefully. When he walked away, Max met (y/n)'s amused gaze.

"What?" "Nothing," she replied, teasingly. Just... He really looks like a father who lectures him.

Max sighed.

"Great. You the mother, me the father... We won an entire family without asking for anything.

She burst out laughing. And in that laugh, there was something obvious she didn't want to admit yet: maybe, yes, they had just formed a strange family in the heart of the chaos of Formula 1.

The sun was still beating down on the paddock when (y/n) met Max after free practice. He wore his half-open suit, water bottle in hand, looking satisfied. But no sooner had she joined him than a small group caught her attention: the six rookies, gathered in a corner like lost chicks.

They didn't dare get too close to the other drivers, still intimidated by the magnitude of the show.

"Look at them," (y/n) whispered, pointing to the group. she exclaimed, laughing. You can't deny that they're in a league of their own.

Among them, Andrea Kimi Antonelli seemed focused, almost too serious for his age. Next to him, Oliver Bearman was rocking from one foot to the other, nervous. Isack Hadjar spoke with wide gestures, visibly trying to reassure Gabriel Bortoleto, who was watching everything with amazed eyes. Jack Doohan, on the other hand, laughed at a joke by Liam Lawson, whose smile already betrayed a certain confidence.

For a moment, (y/n) wanted to join them. But it was they who came to her.

"Uh... "Excuse us," said Bearman, stepping forward hesitantly. We just wanted to... Thank you.

(y/n) blinked, surprised.

"Yes, for this morning," said Gabriel, in a voice that was still timid. You were kind to Logan... uh, well, he's not here this year but... I think it gave us courage.

Max arched an eyebrow, amused.

"See?" You're officially their mom," he whispered in (y/n)'s ear.

She glared at him, but the rookies hadn't missed a thing.

"Mom?" said Isack, chuckling. "It suits you well," Jack said, laughing.

But it was too late: the nickname had been launched, and the knowing looks between the young drivers were enough to show that it was going to stay.

Max, on the other hand, was enjoying the scene.

"Well, if she's the mom, I guess that makes me «" "Dad," Lawson added with a big smile.

Laughter broke out immediately. Max rolled his eyes, but a corner of his mouth betrayed his amusement.

"Great. That's what I missed for my reputation: world champion and father of six kids.

Kimi, who had been silent until then, finally spoke in a calm voice:

"Frankly... This is not such a bad thing. To have someone who understands us here... It helps.

A soft silence settled. (y/n) felt her heart sink: despite their humor, these boys were already carrying on their shoulders the immense weight of their dreams and expectations. She knew that Formula 1 was not kind to the newcomers.

So, without really thinking, she said to them:

"Good. If you need a quiet place, you know where the Red Bull motorhome is. I don't promise a five-star buffet, but I can make pasta.

"Oh, that's a real mother," cried Isack, laughing.

"And a real daddy is going to complain about the mess," Lawson added, tapping Max on the shoulder.

Max sighed, but his smile already betrayed that he was screwed: whether he liked it or not, they had just adopted an entire family.

The paddock had finally calmed down. The engineers had deserted the garages, the journalists were packing up their microphones and the night was spreading over the circuit, punctuated by a few bursts of voices coming from the motorhomes.

(y/n) was finishing packing Max's things in the small kitchen of the Red Bull motorhome. The smell of tomato sauce was starting to spread, simple but comforting. She didn't seriously think that the rookies were going to take her invitation at their word. Yet there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" she said, wiping her hands.

The door opened, and Oliver Bearman timidly poked his head in.

"Uh... We didn't want to disturb, but... You talked about pasta.

Behind him, five figures were crowded together, hesitating to cross the threshold. (y/n) stifled a Smile.

"Come," she said, stepping aside. You're lucky, there's still some left for an army.

The boys entered one after the other, laying their jackets and caps on the sofa with an almost ceremonial air. Isack Hadjar whistled as he looked inside.

 « Not bad the Red Bull motorhome, it's almost as big as my apartment in Paris.

"It's mostly quieter than the cafeteria," adds Gabriel Bortoleto, already charmed by the smell of the meal.

Max chooses this moment to reappear; hair still damp from the shower. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the gang installed in his living room.

"Seriously?" he growled. I turn my back for ten minutes and here you are opening an orphanage?

The rookies burst out laughing. Liam Lawson, already at ease, settled into an armchair as if he were at home.

"Come on, daddy, relax.

Max rolled his eyes, but (y/n) gave him a stark. Finally, he sighed and dropped into the seat.

"I hope you like pasta," she announced, bringing in a large steaming pot.

A chorus of enthusiastic "ohs!" greeted him. Jack Doohan said:

"You have just entered the legend. First real homemade dinner we've eaten in weeks.

The plates were quickly filled, and the conversations became animated at once. Isack was telling an anecdote from his early days in F2, Ollie laughed nervously at every joke, and Liam seemed determined to test the limits of Max's patience.

"So, Dad, do you give your children free driving advice?" he said, chewing.

"Daddy doesn't have that much to do," Max replied with a half-smile. But if they want to learn how to deal with media pressure, then I can help.

A respectful silence followed his words. The rookies knew he was talking from experience. Kimi, who had been very discreet until then, finally put down his fork.

"You seem to take it lightly, but..." It's not easy. We have the impression that every gesture is judged, every sentence dissected.

(y/n) noticed the tightness in her shoulders. It was the first time he had shown a flaw. She gave him a sweet smile.

"You don't have to carry this alone." You have the right to learn, to make mistakes. It's human.

Jack nodded sharply.

"Easy to say, but not when you have the whole world already comparing our times to those of the ancients.

Max took a sip of water, then stared into the group.

"Listen. Nobody can get into F1 without going through that. I too, when I started, I had the impression that every mistake was going to destroy me. But in the end, what matters is who you are riding for: for you, not for others.

The silence fell, heavy but reassuring. Liam nodded slowly.

"For us, eh..." Not for the titles that are already stuck to us.

"Exactly," Max confirmed.                                                

(y/n) felt an unexpected warmth in her chest. She had already seen him as a champion, a fighter, determined. But tonight, there was something else in her voice: a form of wisdom that she admired.

"You see, Dad, you're not so bad in this role," Isack said with a wink.

Everyone burst out laughing, even Max.

The dinner continued in a lighter atmosphere. Gabriel recounted his arrival in Brazil after his first F2 podium, Isack improvised a hilarious impersonation of his race engineer, and Ollie ended up spilling sauce on his shirt, triggering laughter.

"There," said (y/n), holding out a cloth. A real family dinner: always someone to get dirty.

When midnight approached, the boys got up reluctantly. They thanked (y/n) with touching sincerity, and several patted Max on the shoulder in a friendly way as they left. Kimi was the last to walk through the door. Before leaving, he turned around.

"Thank you... "Mom," he said softly. It matters more than you think.

(y/n) stood still for a moment, her heart sinking. When the door closed, she felt the silence fall back in the motorhome.

Max walked up to her, a tired but tender smile at the corner of his lips.

"Do you realize what you just started?"

"A strange family," she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

"And I'm the one who's going to have to deal with the nonsense, I guess."

"Exactly, Dad."

He rolled his eyes, but could not restrain a burst of laughter.

That evening, the Red Bull motorhome had ceased to be just a place to work. It had become a home.

Dawn was barely breaking on the circuit, but the paddock was already in full swing. Trucks of equipment were coming at full speed, mechanics were busy in a perfectly orchestrated ballet, and engines were roaring, filling the air with a continuous vibration. (y/n) walked across the paddock with her still-steaming cup of coffee, noticing that Max was already in his suit, focused, his eyes glued to the data screens. He seemed to be in complete control of the situation, but (y/n) knew that he always felt a particular tension before each race.

She turned her head and saw the rookies; all grouped a little apart. The six young drivers, Kimi, ollie, Liam, Jack, Gabriel and Isack, seemed lost in this controlled chaos. Helmets in hand or under their arms, their shoulders tense, they observed every detail, every movement of the engineers and more experienced pilots as if they were discovering a parallel world. (y/n) felt a twinge of sadness: this was exactly what she had felt when she had started in this unforgiving environment.

"You're ready, aren't you?" She said softly, approaching them.

Oliver Bearman nodded, his hands clenched on his helmet.

"I think «" but I'm afraid of missing everything," he admitted.

"Don't worry," said (y/n), placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. You're not alone.

Liam Lawson smiled despite the tension.

"That's true. We have "mum & dad" to support us, huh?

Max rolled his eyes, an amused sparkle in his eyes.

"Daddy is here to remind you not to rush like crazy," he added.

Isack burst out laughing.

"Great, I'll listen to him." Finally... To try.

Kimi, the most serious, frowned slightly.

"Every detail counts. Even a small deviation can be costly.

"Right," (y/n) agreed. But you're not alone. We'll be there.

Jack Doohan, always a little cheerful, tried to lighten the mood.

"And if we completely mess up from the start, do you cover us with a safety net or what?"

Max raised an eyebrow but couldn't hold back a smile.

"If you survive your first straights, I'll consider it a safety net.

The small group laughed. (y/n) watched each pilot. She knew that they all had the pressure: the expectations of the teams, the sponsors, the fans, and the fear of doing wrong from the beginning. But she also saw their determination, that twinkle in their eyes that they were ready to fight.

"Take a deep breath," she whispered, before walking away to give them a moment of privacy.

In the motorhome, she had prepared a little ritual: a coffee for the most nervous, a few energy bars and above all, a few words of comfort. She had gathered them one by one to encourage them, to remind them that every driver had moments of doubt and that it was normal. Max, silent but attentive, watched his gestures with that mixture of pride and concern that was characteristic of him.

"You know," he whispered, "you're going to end up being their official coach.

"I prefer Mom," she replied with a smile.

"All right, Mom, so make sure they don't rush headlong.

Their entry into the ring was a spectacle in itself. Engines were screaming, tires were squealing on the asphalt, and the tension was palpable. (y/n) and Max watched from the pits, every movement, every turn, every acceleration. Kimi was methodical, analysing each trajectory. Bearman, nervous at first, began to find his rhythm, while Liam and Jack exchanged knowing glances, visibly motivated by the challenge. Gabriel was concentrating on his own line, his hands clenched on the steering wheel, and Isack seemed electrified by adrenaline, laughing nervously at each overtake.

Suddenly, a collision occurred in the middle peloton. Jack braked sharply to avoid Hajar, who had slightly deviated from his trajectory. (y/n) felt her heart leap.

"Slowly... she murmured, almost to herself. Breathe...

Max put a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll manage."

The race continued, a mixture of tension and concentration. Liam made a daring pass in a tight corner, Ollie gained confidence, Gabriel followed cautiously but accurately, and Kimi began to read the race like a veteran. Each lap was punctuated by quick gestures from the pits: (y/n) a word of support through the radio.

On arrival, the tension subsided. The rookies crossed the line, panting but proud. None of them had finished on the podium, but each had survived their first race, and that was already a victory. (y/n) felt an immense relief and a bright smile lit up her face.

"You did it like a pro," she said, approaching the gate. You can be proud of yourself.

The young pilots turned to Max.

"Dad, we survived!" Isack cried with a big smile.

Max shook his head, an amused smile on his lips.

"Yes, yes... But next time, no nonsense on the track.

Kimi stepped forward, a slight smile on his lips.

"Thank you... for everything. For advice, support...

(y/n) put a hand on his arm.

"You didn't need to thank us. You have worked hard.

The sun was slowly sinking behind the grandstands, illuminating the paddock with a golden light. For the first time since the start of the season, (y/n) felt that, despite the speed and pressure, there was a safe place for these rookies « and that their role as "makeshift parents" had officially begun.

Max looked at her, his eyes half-closed, with that mixture of fatigue and tenderness that made her melt every time.

"Do you realize what you have created?" he murmured.

"A family," replied (y/n). A strange family, but a family nonetheless.

He sighed, then smiled tenderly.

"Well... Dad is going to have to keep up, then.

"And he'll do just fine," she said, taking his hand.

The rookies were moving away to their respective teams, but the bond that had just been created that day was already solid. And (y/n), as she watched Max smile for the first time that day, knew that they were all going to go through this season together, like a real family.

The morning sun bathed the Circuit Gilles-Villeneuve in a bright light, making the wet asphalt of the previous night shine. The grandstands began to fill up, while the paddock was bustling with a well-regulated ballet of mechanics, engineers and journalists. For (y/n), the day had a special flavour: watching the rookies in the real Formula 1 setting, while ensuring that Max Verstappen and Kimi Antonelli were fully focused on their own performances.

Isack adjusted his helmet carefully, his eyes riveted on his car. "Absolutely," Ollie replied, breathing deeply. Today, it's about showing what we've learned.

Max, already in a suit in his stand, gave (y/n) a reassuring look. They have worked hard and they are ready.

(y/n) nodded, aware that her role as a mentor was moral and strategic support before and after the race, not on the track. She knew that rookies had to find their confidence themselves once the roaring engines were fired.

The formation tour began. The rookies slid down the track, each adjusting their steering wheel, testing the brakes and evaluating the lines. The sensations were different at each corner, and each driver felt the adrenaline pumping. (y/n) watched closely, noting everyone's reactions, while Max and Kimi mingled with the field with their usual concentration.

"I've never felt this way before," Isack whispered. The wind, the noise of the engines... everything seems to amplify the tension. «Stay focused on yourself," (y/n) replied. Every turn count, but don't let the environment get overwhelmed.

When the green flag was waved, the cars sped off with a roar of engines. The rookies applied their techniques to perfection: early braking, optimised trajectories, precise overtaking. Kimi, ambitious and methodical, quickly moved up the field, attracting admiring looks from some experienced drivers. Max, true to his style, remained fluid and strategic, applying each manoeuvre with mastery.

During the race, (y/n) and Max watched from the pits, silent but attentive, noting every move and every decision. Their role was to mentally guide and analyse rather than interact directly with the drivers.

"Look at Bearman, he's taking the ideal line in this corner," (y/n) said, pointing to the line on her screen. They are progressing rapidly.

The race continued at a frantic pace. The rookies were gaining confidence at every turn. Some made daring overtaking, while others remained cautious but precise, demonstrating an increasingly fine understanding of the track and the dynamics of the cars.

Halfway through the race, Kimi made a spectacular overtake at the Senna corner, climbing into the top three. (y/n)'s eyes sparkled with pride. “That's exactly what we worked for! she murmured.

The rookies, although still novices, watched the manoeuvres of the experienced drivers, mentally noting every strategy and every move. They learned to anticipate the reactions of the peloton, to manage the pressure and to keep their concentration despite the adrenaline.

The end of the race was approaching. Max maintained a strong position, while Kimi crossed the line in 3rd position, taking his first podium. The rookies then finished, each with a sense of accomplishment. Some were proud of their positions; others were simply happy to have applied all their lessons without major mistakes.

After the race, the paddock filled with a relaxed but lively atmosphere. (y/n) greeted the rookies with warm congratulations, while Max and Kimi exchanged impressions and mentally relived the race.

A few veteran drivers, intrigued by the performance and the dynamics of the group, came to greet the rookies and ask questions about their learning and the relationship with (y/n) and Max. "You really created something special here," said a veteran as he looked at the young drivers. We learn a lot from Max and (y/n)'s advice, and also from each other.

The rookies explained how each session, each corner and each council had contributed to their progress. The atmosphere in the pits was that of a close-knit family, where curiosity, respect and admiration dominated.

As the sun set behind the stands, (y/n) felt a deep satisfaction. "They did a good job today," she whispered to Max. And Kimi... what a first podium! “Yes, he replied, this family continues to grow and become stronger with each race.

The rookies, surrounded by congratulations and smiles, savoured their success. The paddock, normally filled with competition and pressure, now seemed to be imbued with a sense of progress, cohesion and mutual respect, heralding a promising future season.

The paddock had resumed its effervescent pace after the race, but something seemed different. The pits were always lively, the mechanical teams were adjusting the cars, and the experienced drivers were moving between the motorhomes. However, (y/n) couldn't help but notice that several of them were taking a quick look at the Red Bull pit.

"Did you notice that?" Max murmured, putting down his helmet.

"Yes," (y/n) said, looking around a group of mid-pack drivers. They seem intrigued... nothing more.

Max smiled slightly.

"Curious, eh?" We attracted attention without even wanting to.

The rookies, sitting around a makeshift table, laughed and talked about the highlights of the previous race. Ollie recounted how he tried to make up for a missed pass, while Liam imitated Max in an exaggerated way, causing bursts of laughter. Isack was commenting on (y/n)'s advice, visibly fascinated by her way of making the technique understandable.

A few meters away, Charles Leclerc and George Russell exchanged a knowing look, an amused smile on their lips.

"Did you see?" said George, pointing to the group. It looks like they've created their own little bubble in the paddock.

"Yes," replied Charles. It's rather... charming. Even Max seems different with them, less tense, almost... relaxed.

Meanwhile, in the Ferrari pit, Lewis Hamilton was also watching with interest. He had come a little closer, not to criticize, but simply to understand.

"It's impressive," he whispered to Valtteri Bottas. You rarely see this kind of dynamic between a driver and the rookies. Normally, they are left to their own devices.

"Exactly," replied Bottas. And watch Max with them... He seems to be taking on a real mentoring role, but not an authoritarian one. He guides without imposing.

(y/n) and Max didn't know exactly that they were being watched, but (y/n) felt a slight tension of curiosity in the air. She put a hand on Max's arm and raised an eyebrow with a smile.

"Do you feel that we have spectators?"

"Yes," he replied, amused. I think they're just wondering how we keep everyone focused and happy.

The rookies, on the other hand, seemed completely absorbed in the moment. Jack, enthusiastic, gesticulated and told a joke about his first trick of the night before, and Kimi nodded his head and laughed shyly. Gabriel intervened to correct some exaggerations, while Isack commented on Max and (y/n)'s gestures with an admiring smile.

Suddenly, Carlos Sainz walked past them, a slight smile on his face.

 « "Then this is your little secret circle?" he asked, half curious, half amused.

"You can say that," (y/n) replied with a polite smile. We just try to keep the rookies focused and motivated.

"You seem to be getting there," added Sainz. And Max seems... more human, how to put it... less stressed than usual.

"I’m human," Max shrugged, a slight smile. And a bit of a dad, according to some rumours.

The rookies burst out laughing. Ollie said:

"Yes, papa! And mom is there too, of course!

Carlos shook his head, amused.

"Well, I'll have to take notes. That kind of dynamic could be useful to my rookies one day.

Later that day, as the reporters were busy picking up on every reaction from the paddock, (y/n) noticed a few flashes aimed at their group. She smiled, slightly embarrassed.

"We attract the media too," she whispered to Max.

"Yes, but look..." They don't seem envious or critical. Just curious, Max said. That's not bad.

"No, not at all," (y/n) confirmed. Just curiosity.

While the rookies had fun replaying the best moments of the previous race, Charles Leclerc and George Russell came a little closer, fascinated by the spontaneous and natural organization of this small group.

"They seem «" coordinated," says George. No need for strict rules or lengthy instructions. It's almost instinctive.

"Yes, and yet they learn a lot from each other," Charles agreed. Even Max and (y/n) don't direct them, they only guide them.

Lewis Hamilton, who stood on the sidelines for a while, watched as Kimi and the others chatted enthusiastically.

"It's interesting to see how group dynamics can influence concentration and motivation," he whispered to Bottas. They have found a subtle balance between encouragement and freedom.

"Exactly," replied Bottas. We could take an example.

As the afternoon went on, (y/n) realized that this curiosity was not intrusive. The experienced pilots did not intervene; They watched, exchanged discreet comments, sometimes a smile, sometimes an approving nod. The carefree rookies shared their experiences and laughter, adding to the warm atmosphere of the Red Bull motorhome.

Max put a hand on (y/n)'s shoulder, looking at her with complicity:

"See?" Everyone is watching us... But no tension, just interest.

"Yes," she replied, with a smile on her lips. And it's good to know that they're curious rather than envious.

As the sun began to sink behind the grandstands, the golden light enveloped the paddock. The rookies continued to laugh and share their impressions, (y/n) and Max smiled as they watched them. The curious looks of the other pilots, far from intimidating, seemed to validate what they had built: a small space where learning, fun and confidence could coexist.

Kimi, a little more relaxed than in the morning, laughed:

"You know what?" I think everyone here would like to have a mom and dad like you.

The other rookies burst out laughing, and (y/n) felt a soft warmth fill her chest. Max shook his head, amused.

"And I thought I should just fly..." he said, smiling.

The paddock was slowly emptying, but the memories of that day remained engraved: a group of curious rookies, guided by two benevolent mentors, watched with interest by all the experienced drivers. A unique, natural dynamic, and captivating enough to attract curiosity without causing tension.

As the last ray of sunshine disappeared behind the stands, (y/n) turned to Max.

"Do you think they will come back tomorrow?"

"Absolutely," he murmured. And I'm sure some will stay for a while longer just to observe.

She smiled and took his hand. In this paddock, in the middle of engines, helmets and crackling radios, they had found a small balance where learning and curiosity coexisted harmoniously. And that was something that deserved to be protected.

The Spielberg circuit stood in front of the drivers as a twisty and fast challenge, its tight corners and straights demanding precision and composure. (y/n), standing in the pits, watched the preparations with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Today was no ordinary race: every rookie was going to face the pressure of a Grand Prix difficult, and Max Verstappen and Kimi Antonelli would also fight for important points.

"That's it," Ollie whispered, adjusting his helmet. "Yes," said Isack, "I hope I'll be able to stay focused.

Max, already in his car, gave (y/n) a reassuring look: "Remind them to stay focused. Every turn counts.

(y/n) nodded, knowing that their role was prep and post-race, not on the track itself. The rookies made it to the formation lap with their hearts pounding and their hands firmly on the wheel. The adrenaline was palpable: the engine roaring, the wind on the helmet, the public in the stands... everything amplified the tension.

When the green flag was waved, the field set off with a roar of engines. The rookies carefully applied the techniques learned: calculated trajectories, precise braking, daring but controlled overtaking. Kimi, focused and methodical, quickly moved up the field, while Max maintained his usual positions, fluid and strategic.

Everything seemed to be going perfectly, until Turn 3, when an unexpected incident occurred. Kimi, while trying to take a tight corner, lost control slightly and accidentally ran into Max, causing a DNF for the Dutch champion. The rookies, slightly behind, were able to observe the scene and feel a mixture of surprise and concern.

"Oh no... Isack murmured, helpless. "Max!" thought Ollie, the tension visible on his face.

(y/n) felt her heart sink, but she knew she could only intervene after the race. As soon as the field had passed and the cars had stabilized, she and Max began to analyse the accident with the rookies, in the calm of the pits.

"Okay," Max explained, "it's not your fault, Kimi. Tight corners can surprise even experienced drivers. «I’m sorry, Max," Kimi replied, visibly upset. I wanted to anticipate but I misjudged the space.

(y/n) approached the rookies to explain, "This kind of incident shows how crucial concentration and anticipation are. Even the best can find themselves in trouble. The important thing is to learn from each situation.

The rookies listened intently, mentally analysing the accident. Bearman, fascinated, asked, "So even experienced pilots make mistakes?" And that's why every race is an opportunity to learn and progress.

After the race, the veteran drivers who had been watching the race came to chat with the rookies and Max. Their curiosity was about the dynamics of the group and the special relationship between (y/n) and Max. "Fascinating to see how you handle the pressure," Lando said. Even after an incident like this, you stay focused and learn." (y/n) and Max help us a lot, but we also have to learn to manage all this on our own.

The debriefing in the pits lasted a while. Max and Kimi discussed trajectories and techniques, explaining how to avoid this type of contact in the future. (y/n) guided the rookies to understand the incident and learn a concrete lesson from it. Every detail was analysed: braking speed, position in the corner, anticipation of the other drivers.

"It's an excellent apprenticeship," concludes (y/n). Even if the situation is stressful, every mistake contains a lesson. And today, we learned a lot.

The rookies nodded, motivated and reflecting on their own performances. The incident showed the importance of concentration, anticipation and strategic communication, even if this could only be done before and after the race.

By the end of the day, the paddock seemed calm after the storm of the race. Kimi, despite the collision, was satisfied with his performance and proud of his previous podium. Max, despite having given up, remained positive and encouraging. The rookies gathered around (y/n), sharing their feelings and discussing what they had learned.

"Today," said (y/n), "you have seen that even the best can encounter obstacles. What matters is your ability to analyse, learn, and progress. «Yes," Ollie added. And it shows us that we can improve with each race.

Max smiled, putting a hand on the shoulder of Kimi and the rookies: “Exactly. Every race is a lesson. Today we learned a lot, and tomorrow we will be even better.

As the sun set behind the grandstands, the paddock was bathed in a golden light, imbued with progress, unity and resilience. The collision was a shock, but it also offered a valuable opportunity: to grow, understand and strengthen the bonds of this "family" on and off the trac

The morning sun lit up the Silverstone circuit, with its long straights and fast corners providing the perfect backdrop for the tenth round of the season. The paddock was buzzing with life: mechanics and engineers were making the final adjustments, cameras were scrutinizing every detail, and the pits were filled with palpable energy. (y/n), standing near the rookies' pit, watched carefully, ready to analyse every detail and guide her protégés after the race.

"Do you feel that tension?" Isack whispered, adjusting his helmet. "Yes," Ollie replied, his eyes shining with excitement. Today, it's our real test.

Max, already installed in his car, gave a brief reassuring look to (y/n) before setting off for the formation lap. Kimi was following his own preparations, focused on his strategy. All the rookies felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. (y/n) knew that her role was limited to mental and advice before and after the race, and not while the engines roared on the track.

"Remember," (y/n) said to the rookies. Focus on your sensations and your trajectories. Watch the other drivers, learn from them, but stay in control of your race.

The formation lap began, and the field slipped on the wet asphalt of the pits. The rookies, their hearts pounding, adjusted their brakes, spotted the braking points and anticipated the corners. The adrenaline was pumping on every straight, with each sharp turn amplifying the tension.

When the green flag was waved, the field set off with a roar of engines. The rookies carefully applied the techniques learned: calculated overtaking, precise braking, optimized trajectories. Kimi and Max, fluid and focused, each carried out their strategy on the track, serving as indirect examples. The rookies watched every move, analysing the trajectories of veteran drivers such as Hamilton, Leclerc or Sainz to understand the subtleties of racing at a high level.

"Ollie, look at that entrance in the Copes bend!" (y/n) murmured. Perfectly controlled. And Isack, you anticipate the braking really well here. Keep it up.

At the halfway point, the rookies gradually found their rhythm. Ollie made a daring pass at the Stowe corner, managing to maintain control despite the proximity of the other drivers. Isack, on the other hand, anticipated each braking and monitored the trajectories of those around him, demonstrating increasing control.

Even though interactions with the other drivers were impossible during the race, rookies learned through direct observation, analysing how experienced drivers handled pressure, speed, and overtaking.

"They've really improved since the beginning of the season," (y/n) whispered. And watch how they watch the veteran pilots' every move to adapt.

The race progressed, and each corner became a test of control and confidence. The rookies executed their strategies with precision, applying everything they had learned. Kimi and Max maintained their positions, giving indirect cues to the young drivers, while the other drivers on the track continued to execute their own strategies, providing a constant model for learning.

With a few laps to go, the rookies crossed the line with varied positions but an undeniable sense of success. Everyone had applied their techniques and gained confidence in their decisions. Kimi and Max also finished, having executed their race strategy perfectly.

After the finish, the paddock returned to its usual calm. (y/n) welcomed the rookies into the pits for a detailed debriefing, analysing the lines, overtaking and reactions of each under pressure. The veteran drivers, curious about the progress of the rookies, came to observe and ask questions after the race, admiring the level of concentration and the cohesion of the group.

"You have been incredible to-day," said (y/n). Every decision and every turn were a lesson applied with precision. “The other pilots noticed it too," added Max. They see how you progress and how you support each other.

The rookies shared their impressions and sensations on the track. Ollie told about his overtaking at the Stowe corner and how he anticipated his opponents. Isack explained how he had observed the trajectories of others to stay on the ideal line.

"Today," said (y/n), "you have shown that you can handle pressure and learn from every situation." "Yes," replied Isack, "and it's thanks to you and Max..." but also in the trust we have in each other.

The other drivers continued to ask questions and analyse the dynamics of the group. There was no jealousy or rivalry, just a sincere respect for the rookies' progression and the unique cohesion between them and their mentors.

As the sun set behind the grandstands, the paddock was bathed in golden light. The rookies gathered around (y/n) and Max, beaming and motivated. Every corner mastered, every successful overtake, every decision under pressure represented a victory.

"You've all progressed today," Max said with a smile. And this cohesion and trust is what makes the difference on the track. “Exactly, concludes (y/n). You're ready for the next races, and the other drivers have noticed that too.

The rookies, surrounded by mentors and admired by the other drivers, knew they were ready for any challenge ahead. The cohesion of the group, the experience gained and the discipline on the track gave them a new and solid confidence.

The Zandvoort circuit stretched out in front of them, winding and fast, with its banked corners and long straights by the sea. The paddock was abuzz, with the pits buzzing with engines and engineers adjusting last-minute set-ups. (y/n) stood near the rookies' stand, ready to analyse each performance and prepare for the debriefing.

"The atmosphere is incredible here," Isak whispered, his heart pounding. But you have to stay focused." "Exactly," Bearman replied. Every turn and every braking count today.

Max, a local and favourite, settled into his car, a reassuring look at (y/n) and a quick smile to encourage the rookies. Kimi was also preparing, focused on race strategy. Everyone knew that during the race, no interaction was possible, and that learning would come from observing and debriefing after the finish line.

The formation lap began, and the peloton slipped on the asphalt. The rookies, their hearts pounding, adjusted the brakes and the lines, ready to face the challenge. The adrenaline was pumping with every straight and every banked corner.

When the green flag was waved, the peloton set off. The rookies applied all the techniques learned: calculated overtaking, precise braking and optimized trajectories. Max and Kimi carried out their strategies on the track, providing an indirect model for the young drivers, while the other drivers, Hamilton, Leclerc, Sainz and Norris, inspired attention and constant adaptation.

"Ollie anticipates perfectly in the Tarzan corner," (y/n) observed. Isack masters the braking before the chicane very well. He applies what we have been working on all season.

As the laps went by, the rookies found their rhythm. Isack made a decisive pass on the long straight to the Scheivlak corner, and Ollie maintained impeccable concentration, consolidating his position. Each move was a test of strategy and mastery.

At the halfway point, Isack found himself among the best, gradually overtaking his opponents to position himself at the top of the rankings. The rookies, even without a podium in sight, learned a lot by observing the trajectories, braking and pressure management of the other drivers.

 « Watch how other drivers adjust their speed and monitor the competition," says (y/n). That's exactly what you need to learn: anticipate, stay calm, adapt.

The tension rose with each turn. Each rookie applied the techniques learned: observation, anticipation and pressure management. Isack, focused and methodical, maintained his position and fought for an exceptional result.

In the final laps, Isack crossed the line in third place, taking his first podium of the season. The rookies burst with joy and pride for their teammate, while Max and Kimi also finished in the top five, applying their strategies perfectly.

After the finish, the paddock returned to its usual calm. (y/n) welcomed the rookies to the pits for a complete debriefing: analysis of the lines, braking and decisions under pressure. The drivers, curious and admiring, also came to congratulate Isack and the other rookies for their progress and the cohesion of the group.

"You all handled the race very well," (y/n) said. Every manoeuvre and every decision were well thought out.” And Isack was incredible," Max added. He got his first podium, and you can all learn from his composure and strategy.

Ollie and the other rookies exchanged their feelings. Ollie explained how he managed the proximity of the other cars in the fast corners, while Isack explained how he anticipated his opponents and used his strengths to overtake and secure the podium.

"Today," said (y/n), "you have proven that you can learn, apply and perform under pressure. Every race makes you stronger and more strategic.” Yes, replied Isack. And it's thanks to your advice and the example of the other drivers on the track.

The curious other drivers continued to talk to the rookies, asking questions about mental preparation, strategies and group dynamics. The admiration and curiosity were palpable; there was no jealousy or rivalry, only respect and exchange.

As the sun set on Zandvoort, the rookies gathered around (y/n) and Max, beaming and motivated. Every corner mastered, every decision made and every successful overtake was a victory, building their confidence and cohesion.

"You've all progressed today," Max said with a smile. This cohesion and discipline make all the difference on the track. « Exactly, concludes (y/n). You're ready for the rest of the season, and the other drivers have noticed that too.

The rookies, surrounded by mentors and admired by the other drivers, knew they were ready for any challenge ahead. Their progress, their confidence and the family spirit in the group prepared them for the following races, which were always more demanding and captivating.

The Monza sun illuminated the legendary Italian circuit, and the air vibrated to the rhythm of the engines. The paddock was buzzing, with each team fine-tuning its set-up, adjusting the cars to make the most of the fast straights and tight chicanes. (y/n) stood near the rookies' stand, notebook in hand, ready to analyse every manoeuvre, every braking, every strategic choice.

"It's impressive to see the circuit from here," Bearman whispered, his heart pounding. But you have to stay focused. «Exactly," replied Isack. Every corner count, and Monza doesn't forgive any mistakes.

Max and Kimi were also preparing. Their presence on the grid inspired the rookies: they were the landmarks, the living examples of discipline, precision and composure. Everyone knew that during the race, no direct interaction was possible with (y/n) or Max, and that learning would come from the observations and debriefing after the finish line.

The formation lap began and the peloton slipped on the asphalt. The rookies, adrenaline at its maximum, adjusted their braking and trajectory, focused on each corner and each straight. The other drivers on track served as models: Hamilton calculated his braking meticulously, Leclerc monitored his distances, Sainz and Russell negotiated each chicane with strategy.

"Ollie maintains perfect control in the Variant del Rettifilo," (y/n) observed. And Isack optimised his trajectory in the Parabolical. They apply exactly what we have been working on all season.

As the laps went by, the rookies gained confidence. Every overtake was calculated, every corner anticipated. Max and Kimi led their strategies, showing by example how to handle pressure and stay focused. The rookies, by observing the other drivers, learned to read the race and adjust their speed according to the situation.

At the halfway point, Isack was in the top three, confirming his talent and progress. Ollie consolidated his position with control and focus, demonstrating consistent progression. Every decision, every turn, was a test of composure and strategy, and the rookies understood the importance of patience and observation.

"Watch how the other drivers handle the pressure and overtaking," (y/n) whispered. Every action on the track has an impact, and every reaction can change the ranking.

The tension rose as the towers went by. The rookies applied all the strategies they had learned: observation, anticipation, precision in the manoeuvres. Isack crossed the line in third place, taking a podium and cementing his reputation as a promising rookie. Ollie finished just behind, satisfied with his progress and proud of his consistency. Kimi and Max also finished in the top five, perfectly executing their race plans.

After the finish, the paddock regained its calm. (y/n) welcomed the rookies for a full debriefing, analysing trajectories, braking, overtaking and decisions under pressure. The other drivers, curious and admiring, also came to congratulate the rookies and discuss the strategies used.

"You have all been extraordinary," said (y/n). Every turn, every braking and every decision was well thought out «Isack and Ollie showed incredible composure," Max added. And you can all learn from this way of staying focused and consistent.

The rookies exchanged their feelings. Ollie explained how he anticipated the movements of the other cars, while Isack talked about his handling of overtaking and mental pressure. Kimi also shared his observations, highlighting how the experience gained during the season had boosted his confidence and technique.

"Today," said (y/n), "you have shown that you can handle pressure and learn from every race. Every victory, every mistake, every adjustment prepares you for the future. «Yes," replied Isack. And it's thanks to your advice and what we've observed with other drivers.

The drivers continued to ask questions and exchange with the rookies, fascinated by their progress and team spirit. There was no jealousy, only a sincere respect and curiosity for the dynamism of the group.

As the sun set over Monza, the rookies gathered around (y/n) and Max. Every corner they mastered, every decision they made and every overtake they made symbolised their progress since the start of the season.

"You've all made impressive progress this season," Max said with a smile. The cohesion, discipline and confidence you've developed make all the difference on the track. « Exactly, (y/n) concludes. You're ready for the rest of your careers, and the other drivers have noticed that too.

The paddock, usually full of tension and competition, was now bathed in an atmosphere of respect, curiosity and admiration. The rookies, surrounded by mentors and watched by the other drivers, knew they were ready for any challenge ahead. Their progress, their confidence and the family spirit in the group prepared the ground for the epilogue.

The day ended on a note of satisfaction and pride. Isack and Bearman, alongside Kimi and Max, could contemplate their journey and measure how far they have come. The rookies had found their place in the demanding world of F1, and their spirit of cohesion and learning was stronger than ever.

Monaco's sun was slowly rising over the city, flooding Max's apartment with a golden light. After an intense season of thrilling races, unexpected podiums and comical moments, the rookies had found their rhythm, their confidence and their place in the demanding world of Formula 1.

(y/n) watched the city from the terrace, coffee in hand, while Max, at her side, adjusted the last details of his personal simulator. The calm of the morning contrasted with the hustle and bustle of the past few weeks, but she knew that this tranquillity would not last: the rookies were never far away, and their boundless energy would quickly invade the apartment.

"Do you think they're going to give us a moment of tranquillity?" (y/n) whispered with a smile. "I don't count on it too much," Max replied, laughing, "but that's exactly what I like about them.

Soon after, the first rookies arrived. Isack burst into the apartment with his notebook in hand, Ollie followed by his miniature drone, and Kimi entered with a bag of helmets and gloves, ready to transform the space into an improvised mini-track.

"Hello everyone! (y/n) said. Do we enjoy the calm or continue the routine?

The rookies laughed, aware that no day went by without interaction and learning from their mentors. This time, however, they seemed more confident and organized. Every gesture, every action had a goal: to perfect their technique, but always with their somewhat chaotic style.

"Today," Max said, raising his hands, "we're testing your trajectories and reflexes, but with discipline. No crazy drones, no chaos, understood?

Isack winked, Ollie nodded seriously, and Kimi repeated the instructions, ready to follow. The complicity that reigned between them was no longer that of shy students in front of their mentor: it was a real family of tracks, united by passion, humor and mutual respect.

(y/n) intervened to explain some subtleties of race strategy and mental management, recalling past mistakes and the moments of chaos that had marked the season. The rookies listened attentively, noting every detail with a knowing smile. Each anecdote, each memory, strengthened their bond.

"You've all made a lot of progress this season," (y/n) said proudly. Your trajectories, your composure and your team spirit are impressive.

Max nodded.

"And you've learned how to deal with chaos, sometimes in the apartment, sometimes on the track. I'm really proud of all of you.

The rookies exchanged knowing glances. Isack smiled, Ollie laughed softly, and Kimi nodded, finally understanding the scope of their progress.

In the distance, some other drivers living in Monaco, such as Charles and Carlos, came to greet the group. They had followed the season with curiosity, admiring the progression of the rookies and the way the group handled pressure and learning.

"You have done an impressive job," said Charles. The rookies are incredible. And your patience... I don't know how you do it.

Carlos added, amused:

"Yes, the atmosphere here is unique. This mix of discipline and comic mayhem, it's very inspiring.

After the other drivers left, the group gathered on the terrace, enjoying the view of the sea and the mildness of the morning. The rookies shared their impressions of the season, the funniest moments and the successful overtaking, while recalling the small clumsiness that had caused laughter and learning.

"My favourite moment," Ollie said, "was the impromptu workout in your apartment, Max. No one knew what was going to happen! «For me, it was the romantic evening interrupted," added Isack. Comedy and tenderness at the same time, perfect! « And me, said Kimi, it was Monza. I learned so much, and I laughed at the same time.

(y/n) smiles as she looks at Max. These moments of chaos and laughter had created a solid dynamic. The band was no longer just rookies and mentors: they were a real family, united by passion, respect and humor.

"You see," said (y/n), "it's not just on the trail that you learn. Every laugh, every awkwardness, every comic moment counts. This is what makes you who you are today.

Max put his arm around (y/n)'s shoulders, and the rookies approached to share one last laugh. The atmosphere was light, warm, full of complicity and trust.

"So... Max said, "we're still training and having fun, but tomorrow..." I suggest that we start with a quiet little coffee, just for us.

Everyone burst out laughing, aware that even the best intentions were always subject to interruption by this endearing group. But everyone knew that these interruptions were part of the magic.

(y/n) rested her head against Max's shoulder.

"That's our real victory: not just the podiums or the times, but this family that we've created.

And while the sun illuminated Monaco, Max, (y/n) and the rookies felt closer than ever. A track family, united by chaos, love, passion and laughter, ready to take on any race to come... together.