It's easier to hide it than to talk about it. Talking about it is weak. That's what your father thaught you and your brother. You learned how to turn ice cold. How to build a wall. How to not break down. You hoped that in that way your father would see you, not only your brother. You worked your ass off. You started karting at the age of 4 just like your older brother. You always followed his footsteps. Now you did it.

You and your brother, Max, yes Max Verstappen are both in f1. You're still a rookie, Max is a 4 time world champion. You haven't even won a race. You were working your ass off, you were in the best team on the grid. You had to win. Your teammate, Lando Norris already did it this year so you have to do it aswell.

Today at the Hungarian grand prix it was the last race weekend before the summer break. You wanted to finish the first half of the season off strong so you worked. Hard. Too hard. You crashed. Hard. Your whole body was still hurting, especially your ribs and arm. You only wanted to make your father proud and this is what you get. This is what it means being a girl in a man sport.

Now you're filming a few videos for the mclaren socials. First one, the one you're doing now is a quiz to get to know each other. Just for the fun. The one after this is the classic post race talk for the fans to hear the driver's side of the story.

"So, what's your pet peeve?" Lando asked as he read out what the card said.

"Uhm... my pet peeve is... people saying I know exactly how you feel. Nobody knows exactly how I feel." You said a little uncertain.