Max Verstappen School

The classroom was filled with voices and laughter when Max Verstappen first walked through the door. No one seemed to be paying him much attention, which was perfect. He just wanted to find a seat and blend in.

He ended up in the back row, leaning his elbow on the table with a distracted air. He seemed uninterested, but his gaze wandered around the classroom until it stopped. It wasn't on purpose, but something about her presence caught his attention.

"You're the new kid, aren't you?" he asked, noticing his gaze.

Max took a second to react. He wasn't used to being spoken to so directly.

"It depends," he replied, offering a half-smile. "Are you saying that because you want to know more about me, or just out of politeness?"

I wasn't sure where that comment had come from, but it was too late to take it back.