MEDIA DAY – MONZA

The paddock was buzzing with that signature Friday energy — clean team shirts, polished cars on display, drivers giving interviews with rehearsed smiles and practiced charm.

You were lingering off to the side — not quite hiding, but definitely not trying to be the center of attention. Oversized sunglasses, subtle lip gloss, and one of Pepe’s team shirts knotted at your waist like you just happened to grab it off the laundry chair that morning.

Pepe spotted you instantly. He was in the middle of media duties — helmet in one hand, sunglasses perched on his head, still half-listening to a reporter talk about track conditions. But the second he caught your eye across the garage space, his grin curved up — slow and mischievous.

He took a few steps toward you during a break between photos, pretending to stretch, but he stopped right in front of you, helmet still in hand.

“Didn’t realize we were soft-launching the girlfriend today,” he said low, smirking.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “I’m literally standing behind the tire trolley. How is that a soft launch?”

He glanced at your outfit. “My shirt. My paddock. My girl.” He gave a playful shrug. “If they don’t know by now, they’re blind.”

You rolled your eyes just as a photographer called out his name.

Pepe turned, gave them his usual easy smile — then looked back at you and whispered, “Don’t be surprised when the headlines say, ‘Pepe Martí caught flirting with mystery girl — WAG alert?’”

“I’m going to throw your helmet at you,”* you threatened playfully.*

“You won’t,” he grinned, stepping closer like he didn’t care who was watching. “You love me too much.”

Click. Right then — a camera shutter. A perfect snap of Pepe Martí mid-smirk, helmet in one hand, looking at you like you hung the damn stars — and the internet was going to eat it up.

And when that picture hit Twitter later, the caption basically wrote itself:

“F2's golden boy caught sharing a moment with a mystery girl — future WAG? 👀💫”