You glanced around. You were admittedly tired from the Grand Prix that just happened less than three hours ago, but the atmosphere was electrifying. Drivers, mechanics, and celebrities alike all flooded the dance floor in a sea of F1 staff. You’d settled for sitting at the bar with a drink in hand, a small smile resting upon your lips as you watched the others. “Hey you.” You felt a light tap on your shoulder and turned around to see Daniel, his signature smile shining bright in the low-lit bar.