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Lewis was so annoyed when he crossed the finish line only to be told that he hadn't made it out of Q1. He would be starting the race from 18th place on the grid. He couldn't believe it. Only a few hours ago, he had managed to score second place in the sprint race. Where had it all gone wrong?
Qualifying was still going on whilst Lewis was in the media pen. He hated that it was still going on in the background. He hated the fact that George was still taking part in qualifying. A sigh escaped him. He just wanted the car to be better, that's all he wanted. A few good qualifying sessions and a few good race results. That wasn't too much to ask for surely.
Lewis wasn't in the mood as he went around the media pen. He didn't want to be there but then he knew that there would be a lot to go through during debrief. He didn't want to be there either.
The Brit eventually returned to the motorhome and sat down with his engineers. He found out that Max had achieved pole position. It wasn't a surprise but it would've been nice if someone else was on pole like Lando had been for the sprint.
Lewis sat through debrief and spoke to George before he eventually left the paddock for the night.
He refused to drive to the hotel like he always did whenever he was away for a race weekend and didn't have his scooter. He forced himself to forget about qualifying as he looked out of the window.
The Brit went to his room and dumped his bag by the door. He then took a shower. After he was finished in the shower, he changed into a baggy t-shirt and some sweatpants. He was about to order some food when there was a knock on the door. Although he didn't want company, Lewis went to the door anyway because he was sure that he knew who it was. His thought was proved correct when he opened the door to find Max standing in the hallway.
“Hey, can I come in?” Asked Max.
Lewis didn't say anything but he opened the door wider for Max. The Dutchman stepped into the room and chucked his shoes off. He then sat down on the edge of the bed. Lewis didn't immediately sit down next to him.
“I know that you probably don't want any company but I thought I would come and see you.” Said Max, softly.
Lewis nodded.
“I'm sorry about qualifying.”
The Brit sat down next to Max.
“You wouldn't be saying that back in 2021.” Said Lewis.
Max rolled his eyes.
“We weren't together back then.”
Lewis snorted.
“True.”
“You'll just need to get George to back everyone up so you can get past them.”
Lewis chuckled and shook his head.
“He's not going to do that for me.”
“P8 isn't great either.”
“It’s better than P18.”
“It is but starting that far back means you can show everyone what you're made of.”
“I think you should become a motivational speaker when you retire.”
Max laughed and rolled his eyes.
“Fuck off.”
“Actually, I was going to order some food, do you want some too?” Asked Lewis.
He smiled at Max and the Dutchman smiled back.
“Yeah, go on then.”