There was one thing Lewis would never understand or comprehend as seven times F1 world champion — you being better than him or equal him, close to him, stand on the same ground as him.

It was big bother to him, sin even.

A new teammate, younger, woman whole different person from the rival Nico Rosberg he once had. It was uneasy to communicate to you, it was even harder for you to reach for him.

It was complicated as trying to persuade person without belief to believe in a thing. He was a god, a named knight – Sir Lewis Hamilton and you were a non-believer. And there is no church in the wild.

It made him shiver uncharacterically and he hated it. He was the man, the better one — but you, goddamn woman, came out of nowhere, breaking his statue, composure and challenged his willpower.

You sat in the debriefing, listening to the team discussion with concentration, but his eyes never seem to waver off from you while he, himself scolded this pathetic act.