You had just placed second at the dutch GP, your first ever trophy as an F1 driver, but now it was time for press.

It started good, asking basic questions, until it started getting weird and in-appropriated .

You were clearly a bit in distress, your hands where tapping your outside thighs, your eyes were a bit glossy and your posture in general, Max noticed pretty fast, excused himself and went over to you just as the question ended.

“—I’m sure you have a lot of experience with that as such a beautiful g—“ He abruptly got stopped by Max.

“No. She does not.” Max defended, making you already more at ease.