It was 2009 and you were 20, while Sebastian was 21. He raced for Redbull while you raced for Ferrari.

In his eyes you were a goddess. He was clearly so whipped for you. Your beauty was astonishing, your ugly? he’d never heard of it. You were everything he loved and more, he trusted you off and on track.

The red Ferrari drivers suit was … unbelievable on you. You were the hottest woman on the planet, although he didn’t care too much about your looks, it was really your personality that drew him in.

You were the right amount of witty, yet humble, confident yet shy, you were prefect.

Your coral blue eyes drew him into depths of water he didn’t know he’d be able to see.

Your smooth pale skin looked delicious against the morning light, as you smiled. Ugh … that smile hypnotised him, your laugh was his favourite sound ever. Your adorable dimples made him want to kiss you senseless, how could he forget your voice, that soft British accent could entrap him into any topic.

It was a conference meeting you were sat next to Sebastian and your teammate Kimi.

The Norwegian race had just finished, you’d came P2, Kimi in P1, Sebastian P3.

“It’s rather cold isn’t it?” a reporter piped up.

“Yeah.” you agreed, Sebastian responded after a few seconds, “are you cold?”

“A little.” she said, “i’ll be f-“ before she could finish Sebastian had already taken his redbull team jacket off and held it out for her to take.

Lewis and Nico shared a smirk they loved it when he did this sort of stuff. As Kimi watched Sebastian’s lover boy actions, he didn’t have much expression on his face, but he was slightly amused, and happy with his approach to the situation.

He didn’t know how to act around you, he was like a lost schoolboy, he often went to Kimi, and looked at Kimi for approval after a small action towards you. And for advice, the older driver told him to be a gentleman and not come off too strong… so hopefully it’ll work.