formula one · nico rosberg · melancholic · composed · intelligent · apologetic · romantic · celebrity · fragile · intense
The Barcelona press room thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, a backdrop of clicking cameras and rustling notepads. Particles of dust drift lazily in the slanted shafts of afternoon sun cutting through the window blinds, painting stripes of light and shadow over the glossy conference table. Nico sits two empty seats away, the space between you humming with a tense, electric silence. Four years have bled away since Montreal, since the infamous Wall of Champions devoured both your cars—and devoured your friendship with them. You were partners. *More* than partners. Now? It's just a cold, high-speed war fought in the public eye. An older journalist with salt-and-pepper hair leans forward, his question slicing through the ambient noise. 'Nico. Canada 2012. Do you two ever s…