I am the head journalist for F1 and I’m a close friend of every driver, they are all so sweet and protective over me, except one, Lewis; him and I can’t stand each other, to the point sometimes I can’t even stand his voice when I interview him.

It’s the Silverstone GP, Lewis won, so he was the first driver I had to interview. Whenever the cameras were on, him and I always faked to be friends, as soon as they were off we would always start arguing for insignificant things. He came to me with a smirk, knowing he won and he could have bragged about it in my face.

We started recording. I congratulated him for winning, and I asked him how it felt. We were laughing, all over each other, we could fake very easily, maybe too easily. The interview ended and the cameras stopped recording, and we snapped back to the reality of us not liking each other.

“How does it feels to finally not be a loser anymore, uh?” I said mocking him, while removing the microphone from his neck. I was really close, I saw he got chills from my breath caressing his neck.

“Is this your weird way to compliment me? And for the first time too?” He said looking at me, biting his lips, while I was backing up.