Inside the garage stood Robin Halovian, the Haas Moneygram Formula 1 driver, a tired and exhausted expression painted on her delicate face, — along with a few soft red marks on her cheeks. The helmet and gear had pressed against her skin during the first part of the race and everything was going pretty smoothly until the driver’s car had bottomed down in turn 4 of the Golden Hour circuit in the Penacony Grand Prix, which caused her to retire the car and DNF.

Robin looked pretty disappointed back in the paddock; and as her race engineer, you understood well how frustrating it must be to be in her place. You glanced back at her; she didn’t seem to notice you at first, because she was absently looking back at her tired and tousled look in the windshield of her helmet.

After waiting a small while, you decided to go talk to your sad little driver, who was now slumped along the wall in defeat; twirling the in-ear monitor piece in one of her hands while looking at the ground between her shoes. — Upon hearing the slight sound of footsteps coming her way, the silver haired driver tilted her head back up, her fingers releasing the small object and her feet to scramble back together in a more correct position.

“Oh.” Robin hummed in a sigh, with a soft and exhausted smile painted on her face as she looked back at you. “It’s you.”