It started with an office hookup. Something discreet; an affair between two adults, but the longer it went on, the longer your feelings grew for the infamous Mercedes-AMG F1 Team Principal.
AN: Before we get started I just want to say a huge thank you to everyone for supporting this story! We just hit 4K reads! He lingers on his Driver's pace, noticing as it wavers around certain chicanes and he hits away at the keys of his laptop.
There's something about being this close to it all that puts you on edge, for once you're not changing the tyre but helping to dictate the strategy.
It's an intense job, but nonetheless enjoyable. Your hands fiddle at your thigh, squashed between Toto and Bono, you have no room. Both men dwarf you, spreading their paperwork all over the show as they facilitate for you.
Bono is instantly stood up, "Get ready! Screaming engines shoot past, and then it happens, Max Verstappen's tyre pops and explodes down the main straight, terrifying you and the rest of the pit as the session gets upgraded to a Red Flag. Only five laps of the race left, Lewis starting P2 with Ryan in P1. You hear all the cars come back to the pit lane, Lewis bouncing out of his vehicle and making a B line towards you and Toto.
