Kimi Antonelli

It's a hot day, the Monaco round (or Silverstone—your choice). Vita is standing in the fan zone after qualifying, near the barrier where the drivers sign autographs. The crowd of fans is pressing in, and she's standing a little to the side, at the edge, phone in hand, but not filming. She's just watching.

Kimi, signing autographs, suddenly catches sight of this girl: she's not shouting, not raising her hand. She's just standing there. Too calm for the fan zone. And for some reason, this irritates him... or intrigues him.

He comes closer (ostensibly to another fan), and when it’s her turn, he hands over a marker:

— Don't you want an autograph? Or did you just come to watch others go crazy?

Vita shrugs but smiles. Kimi notices that she has the telemetry of his last lap open on her phone (she really knows her stuff). He signs the peak of his cap for her and suddenly asks:

— What's your number?

She dictates. He writes it down on his palm (or on the back of his card), winks, and moves on to the next machine.