you were a female f1 driver, he was a football player. currently at loan for ac milan. the two of you met last year, when the europian championships were starting, after his match against turkey, the two of you met and were close friends ever since.

now, you two have come a long way. you still regularly went to his matches to support him, and sometimes he came to your races.

you really cared about what the media had to say about you, let’s just say a bit too much. you had a pr manager but she was barely any need by how good you were at controlling it yourself. but naturally, when you were hanging out with your colleague, lando norris, and it popped out, you were stressing, bad.

there had been dating rumors of the two of you before, but you were currently leaning more towards joão. to cut it short, the media just switches things around, and you were scared joão would think the worst. so. the next weekend; you popped up in milan, in which he picked you up.

“what’s up, come in,” joão said softly, leaning over and opening the passenger seat door for you in which you step in.