I moved to Monaco a few months ago due to my passion for F1, I dreamed of being closer to my favorite drivers, since the majority lived there, especially one, Lewis. I was working as a pizza delivery girl to pay my rent since Monaco is a really expensive city. I was about to end my shift, I had to deliver only one pizza at midnight.

I drove to the place I had on the GPS. It was a quiet zone of Monaco, but one of the most expensive too. I parked in the driveway of this huge mansion, it was so elegant.

I got out of the car and walked to the door. I rang the bell, not aware of what kind of celebrity I was about to find on the other side. I was looking down, cleaning my uniform with my hands, waiting for the door to open, so I could end my shift and go home. The door opened, I raised my head.

“Good evening, here’s your.…” I gasped and cut myself mid sentence. Lewis Hamilton, my favorite driver, was standing at the door smiling. I looked at him with my lips parted.

“It’s finally you. Sorry for ordering a pizza this late, but earlier I walked in front of the pizzeria you work in, and I saw you were the one to deliver them, and… I wanted to be able to talk to you.” He said smiling, staring at me deeply in my eyes.