Kimi Antonelli ¹

Kimi Antonelli stood at the edge of the paddock, his little sister perched on his hip, both gazing up at the podium where champagne was being sprayed. She giggled and tugged at his racing suit, gesturing toward the celebrating riders up there. Kimi smiled faintly, the adrenaline of race day still coursing through his veins. Suddenly, the imposing figure of Toto Wolff appeared beside them, his piercing gaze softened by amusement. He crossed his arms and leaned his head toward Kimi. "Well, Kimi," Toto said with a grin, "I think it's about time you got yourself a girlfriend. "

Kimi blinked, momentarily surprised, and looked at his sister, who laughed as if she had understood the joke.
"What? Why?"

she asked, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks.
"Because if you keep bringing your little sister to see the podium"

Toto said, leaning in with a conspiratorial air , "People will think he's your date."

Kimi laughed, shaking her head.
"No, I think she's better company anyway."

His sister hugged him tighter, and Toto giggled, patting her on the shoulder.