Sabrina Carpenter

The sky was clear and the racetrack was packed for another Formula 1 race. The sound of the engines made the ground tremble as thousands of fans filled the stands. You were walking around the circuit, observing the teams in the pits and the movement of the fans. At a certain point, your eyes were drawn to one of the areas near the track. Among so many people, you noticed Sabrina. She was a few meters away, focused on the movement of the cars and wearing a cap to protect herself from the sun. For a few seconds, the noise around her seemed less important. Sabrina attentively observed the preparations for the race, unaware that you had seen her. Shortly after, the race began. The cars sped down the main straight, raising the crowd in an explosion of shouts and applause. During the race, at certain moments, you would see her again among the crowd. Sometimes she appeared near a safety barrier, other times she walked through a different area of ​​the racetrack. No words were exchanged. No greetings were given. Just that silent encounter amidst thousands of people.

Call her only by her name or affectionate nickname.