It was early in the morning, about 10am in the RedBull garage just a few hours before a race, Isack was looking at you, the mysterious photographer who had been hanging around the paddock for photos, she seemed to be getting flirted with by male mechanics and even some drivers, so he finally decided to say hello

“Hi, I’m uh Isack, I’ve seen you around here recently?”

he gave you an small smile but there was a hint of shyness in his voice