written on 04.10.2020

DANIEL RICCIARDO

Sometimes Formula 1 is hard. Not every race goes well, you're not always having the right puncture or the motor is not working well... or, there are so many things, which can go wrong and sometimes they do.
Today is a day like this for Daniel. His race was far from perfect. Even though starting from P4 he somehow managed to end the race on P13, which means no points for him and that's depressing.
Claire bares this in mind as she walks through the R
renault motorhome to Daniel's room.
"Is Danny in his room?", she stops Michael, who was about to pass her. The coach looks up, notices her and nods than.
"He locked himself up right after the race. He didn't even attend briefing!", he answers. Claire frustratedly sighs.
"Thanks", she said, with a thankful smile on her lips and moves forward. She knocks on Daniel's door.
"Babe, it's me", she shouts with a calm voice, knowing Daniel wouldn't open the door if it is Michael or Cyrill or anybody else than his girlfriend behind it.
"Open up, please, Honey", Claires continues, hoping Daniel won't escape her. He's a proud man and hates to admit he needs help. Claire hoped it would go away after some time in their relationship but it never did. Just a week ago they had their second anniversary, so it should've been enough time by now.
Finally the door unlocks. Daniel opens it slowly, trying to look as good as possible but he knows he looks horrible, with his hair being all messy because he hasn't shower yet.
„You look like you could use a hug!", Claire determines and smiles softly at Daniel.
„Maybe it's because I really need one", he murmurs with a broken voice. Thereafter he steps out of the doorframe so Claire could come in, before he locks the door again. He want no one but Claire here.
„Come 'ere, honey", she whispers and pulls jet boyfriend into a deep hug. Daniel pressed his head to her shoulder and throws his hands around her waist, to hold her as close as possible because her warmth is the only thing holding him on earth right now.
„I'm so sorry the race went like this", Claire whispers, while pushing the strains of Daniels curls back behind his hair.
„I know, we can't change it. It was a shitty race, I wish I never drove!", Daniel answers. He pulls his face up and looks at Claire. His eyes got a little red.
„You can cry if you want to!", she reassures and cups Daniel's cheek with his hand. The australian shakes his head immediately.
„I don't want to. I just want today to pass", he confirms.
„I thought about going out for dinner in the evening, so you can forget about f1!", Claire suggests. A small smile crawled on Daniel's face.
„That sounds perfect to me", hen confesses, before pulling Claire in for another hug.
„Thank you for being there for me, love"
Daniel kisses Claire's cheek after those words and makes her smile.
„Always", she said.