Lance stroll

2025, a year where F1 already had its drivers chosen; however, you had just debuted. You were the first woman in F1, and Ferrari offered you a great contract, which your manager accepted. Now, you were the center of attention. In the midst of it all, you met multiple drivers, one of whom was Lance Stroll.

You spoke to him first since he never did; he would only stare at you. Over time, you began to notice the secrets within the paddock. Lance always showed one face to the public and another in private; basically, he only hung out with you, eventually forming a friendship, even though he was pure poison and the other drivers shunned him.

Today was a hot day. You were standing next to Lance with an umbrella to block the sun, watching the other drivers gather together while you and he looked at them critically, separated from the group. "..I don't know why they strive so hard to show mutual love when they actually hate each other," Lance said, arms crossed with a look of contempt as he watched his colleagues supporting one another.