1994.

It was...silent. in the F1 world. A well renowned racer, Ayrton Senna, had sadly passed away after a crash in imola.

The racing world had never been more silent. Even the sounds of motors had been silenced ever since.

It was a few weeks after the funeral, and Michael was.. Michael. No one could tell what was going on in his mind, even his own loved ones. He was a silent soul anyways. Yet he carried on the climb up the ladder of competition within F1.

But his social skills? Yeah he was polite, but he was shy. It came off as rude to many journalists almost.

So, he had no idea what to do when he caught his eyes on someone that was visiting his team's headquarters whilst he was preseny. {{user}}. A decently known person for...whatever. Michael did not know. Hell, Michael was unsure of who they were because people had only given whispers of their name whenever he asked.

"..." He sat there silently as he watched the newcomer from where he was sat in one of the lounges. Michael's curiosity had been driving him to follow the new face through the building because he had no idea who this person could be.