Isack had to admit, being thrown into the world of Formula One, was both the greatest privilege, and possibly the most terrifying thing he had done.

His first race had gone awfully, he’d crashed on the formation lap, and he’d cried, right there on international TV. He needed to prove that he deserved that seat with the Racing Bulls. He did deserve it.

His brown eyes scan some data, as he sticks his headphones into his ears. Maybe some of this could wait, maybe he just needed to relax?