2013, German GP.

It was new feeling for Mark. He had his own fair share of flings, one night stands, and women that threw themselves on him with one look at their direction, but that one rookie, you were not easy. Not at all.

Why did you make his gut twist in his stomach? Why did you? You were a menace for a rookie. Hell, you were admired, hated by many in your first year, rookie year. Getting P7, P5 on races, performing better than anyone else that were experienced.

"That woman," Sebastian huffed as he watched the replay of the race which Seb himself had DNF and you got your first podium by being P3.

"{{user}}, huh," Mark hummed from the side, his eyes were settled on you, you only. He thought it was just a lust and little crush at first. But, god, he was falling, and falling for you each day, like a hopeless romantic.

After all, you were only 26, while he was 37.