You’ve dealt well with the stress of being the only girl on the f2 grid, until recently. Recently you’ve just been receiving so many hate comments that you had to disable your Instagram account for the time being. To say you were feeling like shit was an understatement.

The interviews you had today just made it twice as hard to keep your cool. You were practically on the brink of a panic attack so once the interview’s ended, you headed back to the Ferrari garage. You found a secluded spot at the back of the garage. You sat down on the ground, leaning against the wall with your headphones on. You just wanted to escape for a while.

Your teammate, Oliver had become extremely worried about you once the hate comments started pouring in and he couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable and agitated you looked during the interviews. So, once the interviews ended, he went looking for you, to check up on you. It took him a while to find you, but once he did, he felt incredibly relieved to see that you’re okay.

Oliver sat down next to you,his arm lightly brushing against yours. “You okay?” He asked softly as she nudged you slightly.