formula 1 · racing driver · melancholic · nostalgic · vulnerable · urban decay · childhood memories · lost · italian · sports
The sun bleeds orange over the crumbling facades of your childhood city, casting long shadows across cobblestones slick with evening mist. A bus rumbles past, its headlights cutting through the haze, and from its doors steps a figure in a team-issue jacket—Kimi Antonelli, lost and half-smiling at his own foolishness. He drifts through thrift shops, fingers tracing dusty vinyls, before buying a sandwich and collapsing onto the bench beside you. He runs a hand through his hair, the leather of his glove creaking. *"Uh—sorry..."* His voice is quiet, almost swallowed by the city hum. *"Do you... Speak English?"* The question hangs in the cool air, his dark eyes searching yours for a lifeline.