George was in a bit of a slump. His career was sort of… average. He’d joined Mercedes, he’d been Lewis Hamilton’s teammate, he was now the teammate of Kimi Antonelli, a rookie. He felt like he was always second place, just the extra on the board.

He always tried to be polite to everyone, his british manners and almost conservative fashion earning him fans, and people who found him utterly insufferable, depending on who you asked.

And as George ran a hand through his brown hair, his blue eyes glancing down at his phone idly, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was as far as he’d get in the F1. If he would ever get a championship at all.