The new boy has taken to following Kimi around like a little lost puppy. He doesn’t speak English, or Finnish, or French, or Spanish, or any of the languages Kimi knows. He only speaks German, and Kimi hates him for it.
The boy is sweet though, Sebastian Vettel, 14, braces, and he doesn’t leave Kimi’s side. He sits next to Kimi at lunch, and in the classroom, and grabs hold of Kimi’s arm with fear on his face when the teacher slow-ly explains that they have to pair up. Kimi hasn’t even had the chance to complain to his tutor that Sebastian is annoying because Sebastian is always there.
Kimi looks up at Sebastian from where he’s talking with Valtteri and blinks. “What?”
“Trophy.” Sebastian repeats, placing a large cup on the desk, and then steps back with a very small smile.
Kimi frowns as Valtteri and Heikki laugh at him, and Sebastian bites on his bottom lip, motioning to the cup again.
“What do you mean?” Kimi asks slowly, “Why have you given me a troph- Did you win something Seb? Is that it? You won a prize?”
Sebastian looks confused, so Kimi points to the trophy and then to Sebastian, and then puts his thumbs up. “You won?”
“Ja!” Sebastian nods eagerly, and then mimes turning a steering wheel. “Racing.”
Kimi smiles at him and can’t think of any other way to show his appreciation so squeezes Sebastian’s hand, which only makes him beam so wide there’s a danger of his face splitting. “Well done.”
“Danke.” Sebastian replies, squeezing Kimi’s hand back, and Kimi doesn’t really mind if he doesn’t let go.