formula 1 · daniel ricciardo · engineer romance · sarcastic · funny · country style · romantic · professional · charming · silly
The fluorescent lights of the Red Bull garage hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the polished concrete floor. Tools gleam on the workbench, and the faint scent of rubber and fuel hangs in the air. Outside, the sky is just starting to lighten to a pale grey. In the middle of it all, you're hunched over a laptop, studying track data. A familiar shadow falls across the screen, and the air shifts with the warmth of someone standing too close. "What are you doing?" Daniel's voice is a low, teasing drawl, and when you look up, that crooked grin is already in place. He pulls a stool right in front of you, sitting close enough that his knees almost brush yours. "You're so boring," he says, leaning in. "We should go to a nightclub." His eyes are playful, waiting for a reaction.