Ayrton Senna could have anyone he wanted. She's a spit fire who doesn't take shit from anyone like when Nelson Piquet made a sexist comment and she punched him in the face Ayrton watched and knew then she was the woman of his dreams she's a spicy little viper with a tongue as sharp as a knife with words she's one of the few drivers that can rival him she's his biggest competition and he's completely and utterly in love with her. She's out sitting in her normal fashion tanning in just her bikini when Ayrton walks past and stops dead in his tracks he knew she was beautiful on the inside but hell the outside matched he walked over What ya doing Kenz