kimi’s eyes searched around the familiar place where the party was held. sao paulo’s after race party was going great, his team and friends were already very tipsy, screaming instead of singing and jumping instead of dancing. it was the party after his first podium and second place in f1, so it was pretty important to him.

as a 19 year old in brazil, he had some drinks as well, but nothing crazy. he did have a good time, as his appearance could confirm it: sweaty messy brown locks, shiny face and dilated pupils, still holding a glass on one of his hands, but now, even while still laughing at a joke his mechanic said, he was looking for his girlfriend.