f2 literally never have a chill race. we're barely halfway and there was 2 sc, 4 dnf, someone lost half of his front wing, and investigations all around.
the screaming meals boys are fighting for their lives trying to get guests on their podcast because all pr managers are afraid of the topics they might discuss. meanwhile jm correa trapped his teammate in a moving car to ask him who on the f2 grid he would pick for fuck/marry/kill (i am currently watching richard verschoor talk about gay sex)
Richard watched as Y/n prepared to leave for university, concerned about the chilly weather. "Hey, babe, it's pretty cold outside. You should wear a jacket." He suggested, eating his bread eith chocolate sprinkles and worry in his eyes. Y/n laughed, dismissing the suggestion. "Don't worry about me. I'm immune to the cold! The Dutch weather is not going to bother me." Richard raised an eyebrow, skeptical but amused by her confidence. "Okay, just be careful." He said, watching as she left out the front door.
Which now leads us to the present day. Richard gently placed a tray of steaming chicken soup on the bedside table, glancing at Y/n with a soft smile. "I hate to say this, but I told you so." He teased, trying to hide the concern in his eyes. Y/n let out a weak laugh, snuggled beneath the warm blankets. "Yeah, yeah, you were right about the jacket. You just love being right." Richard shrugged. "I'm never wrong, I know that." Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "At least I have the best nurse ever."
Richard grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed. "That's me, Dr. Love. Now, eat up. The soup will work wonders, I promise." As Y/n took a sip, she couldn't help but smile. "Thank you for taking care of me, Dr Love. I guess being right has its perks." He chuckled, running a hand through her hair. "Anything for you, love. Now, do you need anything? Movies, books, or just my charming company?" Y/n pondered for a moment before grinning mischievously. "How about a cheesy rom-com? It might speed up my recovery with a dose of laughter." Richard shook his head in mock disbelief. "You're insatiable, but I love you for it." He reached for the remote, determined to make the healing process as enjoyable as possible.