SOFIA - [Daniel Ricciardo]

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SOFIA

The media day was killing me. I was starting to think this could even beat the hustle we had in Melbourne.

"I'm really sorry to interrupt but I need to steal Daniel from you," I tried to sound as polite and friendly as possible while literally stealing Daniel from the German TV interview. 

"Alright, thank you Daniel and have a great race weekend," the presenter said, smiling and not looking too annoyed. Daniel thanked the woman and we started our journey to the other end of the paddock. 

"We need to hurry," I told him, checking my phone.

"Jog?" Daniel smirked. I took a second to admire the man next to me, hoping I wouldn't trip on the way. That'd be one hell of shot for the four photographers walking in front of us. There was most definitely some extra spark in Daniel's eyes and smile. Same kind of like he had in Australia. The man was truly enjoying himself, despite the incredibly busy media day. And entire week. 

"Okay, but not too fast, I can't be sweaty going in there," I said, putting my sunglasses where they belonged, to cover my eyes. 

"Is there a some specific reason you're wearing some extra make up today? And I don't think I've ever seen you wearing those jeans before," Daniel looked at me, smirking and laughing while we jogged towards our motorhome.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I shrug my shoulders, which was bit difficult while running and trying to not look like I was getting out of breath. I should really workout more. 

"Is Sofia bit of a starstruck?" Daniel kept going with his teasing tone. 

"Pfff, me? No, don't think so," I tried not to smile and not to look impressed at all. We finally got to our motorhome and I spotted Sarah standing outside on the terrace. 

"Ah, there you are. Minute schedule once again, hah?" Sarah asked when we made it to her. "Okay, how do I look?" she didn't let us answer anything to her previous question before firing the next one. 

"Oh god, not you too," Daniel chuckled and stared at us. 

"What?" Sarah asked like she had no idea. 

"You're imagining things," I told Daniel who shook his head. Alright, this might be my only opportunity ever, to meet, the one and only Tom Brady. I wasn't going to turn up there looking like I had just gotten out of the bed. No way. So I may have used some extra make up, highlighter and all that stuff I really don't know much about. And yes, maybe I did buy new jeans on Tuesday when we had a little girls time with Sarah and strolled around the city. I've never owned jeans this expensive. But Sarah also bought new shoes and she's rocking her fresh haircut and color she got from her favorite hair salon from London. 

"Zak and Andreas are already in there, Lando had to run to the garage real quick, I was here actually waiting for him but good thing I caught you guys also," Sarah took her phone out of her back pocket and typed something. Daniel was still looking at us like we were slightly crazy.  "You can just go, we'll be right behind you," my colleague said. 

"Let's get this over with," Daniel muttered. 

"Hey, be excited," I told him.

"I am excited. What I meant, let's get this introduction between you and him over with," I tried to keep my poker face but Daniel's way of underlining him made it hard. I may or may not have asked too many questions on Sunday night about how Daniel knew Tom Brady, even though I kinda already knew how but I wanted to play clueless, and also what did Daniel think of him and most importantly, did he think Tom would agree taking photo with me.