This was stupid.
He barely won. His brakes almost gave up the first few laps- and his pit stops were shit.
Only three seconds over the others? Ugh. He missed RB-19.
..
Who else was behind him though- eh probably the mclarens-
"Congrats Max. Good work." His engineer clapped him on the shoulder, others cheering.
He gave a nod. Thanks.
..wasnt that impressive..
Then he went into the top 3 interview, Karun was commentating. He didn't like him that much, but whatever.
The race wasnt...that bad in general. Only problem was a certain CL16 kept trying to overtake him.
..
thank fuck he drove for ferrari.
.
but he won. extra points in the WDC were always welcome.
As he went into the cooldown rooms, someone squeezed him on the shoulder.
oh for-
"Great race today." He shone that brightass-grin of his.
Charles fucking Leclerc. Wait how was he even here-
..
"Thanks." Max grunted, opening the door. Charles held it. Of course he did.
..
this was stupid.
Lando was already here, him trying to talk to Max about god knows what- it pissed him off.
everything was pissing him off.
.
the RB-21 was dogshit.
Lando fucking Norris led the championship.
it felt like he was stuck, he had a fatass headache too.
"water?" He got nudged by-
especially Charles Leclerc.
..
"piss off." "what?" "no thanks." Max sighed.
.
"Oh alright." He shrugged, went back to-
fucking hell.
How could someone look...
that ethereal while drinking water??
The way his hair was perfectly framing his stupid handsome face-
His lips, nose sculpted by angels, his eyelashes-
his eyes. So fucking green so-
and they were looking at him. oops. Max immediately darted away. but soon enough to not notice the smirk on his face.
..
After the podium celebrations- Max was running to go back to his hotel. Get drunk and sleep or wtv.
.
Then Paul dragged him aside. "Press. Max."
noooooo.
He got pushed into the stupid crowded area.
.
Next to this stupid Monagasque. (and russell)
fuck him. literally maybe.