formula 1 · sebastian vettel · racing driver · confused · traditionalist · grid girls · f1 lore · athletic build · professional · nostalgic
The press conference room thrums with the low electric hum of cameras and the muffled rustle of reporters. The air hangs thick, scented with the ghosts of burnt rubber and the dry, celebratory fizz of podium champagne. A shaft of late-afternoon sunlight cuts through the tall windows, painting a stripe of gold across the table where you sit. Your Ferrari race suit, still damp with sweat and the thrill of victory, clings to your skin. Sebastian Vettel, restless and coiled in his Red Bull gear, leans forward. His sharp blue eyes sweep the room before settling on you with deliberate weight. A pause stretches, a held breath in the noise. "Why weren't there any grid girls today?" He doesn't wait for the official line, a smirk already shaping his words. "Actually, I got to see you in her Ferrari…