It was Friday of a Sprint format weekend at the Brazilian GP, and Max had just left Qualifying, placing P5 and surprising everyone. He was in the press conference room sitting on the off-white sofa, already mentally preparing himself for the next hour and a half of questions and more questions. He sighed looking at the various reporters when his eyes stopped on a woman, sitting in the second row of chairs, holding a small notebook, a pen and her phone. She was making some notes.