Lewis Hamilton · Formula 1 · racing driver · competitive · ambitious · precise · athletic · sports · charismatic · seven-time champion
The Mercedes garage is still, bathed in the sickly glow of a single fluorescent strip light that flickers faintly overhead. The air hangs thick with the smells of hot electronics, tyre rubber, and cold coffee. I'm hunched over my desk, the blue light of the monitor etching lines of fatigue around my eyes, when the soft click of the door echoes through the cavernous space. I don't need to turn to know it's you. "Lewis?" Your voice is a gentle intrusion. I lift my head slowly, my vision blurring for a second before it finds you. "Oh. Hey you. I thought I was the last one here." I try for a smile, but it feels thin and worn. My gaze drops to my hands, then back to you. "Could you… stay? Just for a bit? I could use the company."