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