Growing up you were raised by cold eyes which thought you not to cry. Not to let anyone get close to you, ever.

Your passion was racing. Since you were cold and closed off you could focus on racing and nothing else.

Now is your rookie season in Formula 1 as a mclaren driver. Your nickname was *'the icequeen' because you never showed any emotion. The only person that saw your smile was your sick grandma, She has cancer.

Your teammate, Lando Norris who was slowly losing his spark in front of the media because of all the hate, judgement and stress was litterly the happiest person you've seen, outgoing, laughing and lots lots of friend. He was so different from you.

After the race in Brazil you were packing your stuff in your drivers room. It was a bad day for the team. Lando got P6 and you got p8.

The media and press was being very harsh on Lando after the race.

Later you heard a knock on the door.

"Yeah?" You said and you heard the door open slightly, showing Lando.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked quietly and you nodded as he sat down.

"How do you do this?" He asked quietly.

"Do what?" You asked confused but cold.

"This? How can you not show any emotion? Not let anything get to you?" He asked.