It has been a couple of days since we arrived in Monaco and Mick and I have decided to treat ourselves to a proper date. It will be something nice before the build-up to the Monaco Grand Prix begins. The thing is I am nervous. Not because of the race but because of what is going to happen in an hour. The idea of going out on a date is new to me as I am a bit of a workaholic. It could be worse though. I just hope that Nothing goes wrong. My stomach feels like it is doing laps around the Nordschleife. I'm sure I'm just overreacting. Right now I am working on a basic layer of makeup. It will probably end up being useless but it is giving me the right distraction. I really don't want to think about work at the moment. After ten minutes of adding various bits and pieces to my makeup, I pull away from the mirror. Not bad for a rookie. After thirty minutes of wrestling my thoughts under control, there is a knock on my hotel room door. I leap out of my chair. I am quick to open the door. I find Mick who has a slight smile on his face.

"Hello Mick," I greet the handsome German in front of me. I am quick to put a few things in my pants pockets.

"Hey, Morgan. Are you ready to go?" Mick checks on me.

"Not really. Let's go before I chicken out," I announce. It looks like Mick again has similar ideas. I really wish my stomach wasn't doing laps around the Nordschleife.

"I'm sure we'll be fine," Mick replies. He is right but I am in overthink mode. At least I admit that I am overthinking things. Mick reaches for my hand. I tentatively grab it. The gesture puts a giddy smile on my face. I may be facing the race of my life but I know for a fact that I am going to enjoy it. I find myself glancing at Mick while we walk to the restaurant that Mick has chosen. It feels nice to walk through the streets of Monaco while avoiding the press. Don't get me wrong I am sure a photo or two will find their way to the press. There is something else about this walk that puts my mind at ease. I glance at Mick who is backlit by the sun as we arrive at our destination.

"You're staring again," Mick whispers as we are met by a waitress. My cheeks go red with embarrassment. I can't help it. Mick being backlit makes him a little bit more handsome. The waitress is quick to find a table for Mick and me to sit at. After ten minutes of socialising with Mick, I have noticed that Mick seems a little distracted.

"Mick are you alright?" I tentatively ask.

"I've just been thinking. It's weird that I feel like the luckiest man alive, however, I know that I am not going to get anywhere with Haas," Mick voices his concern. The thing is he is right however it's not all doom and gloom.

"Mick, your problem is you overthink things. Sure there are a lot of expectations around you but you need to continue using this opportunity to learn," I say. Mick seems to relax a little. It was something that Romain constantly reminded me of when I was working under him. Mick flashes me a shy smile.

"You've never had this conversation before have you?" I add.

"No. This is my first time hearing it as a Formula 1 driver. How did you guess?" Mick responded. He seems a little relieved that he is hearing those words from me. I put it down to the fact that I am nice unlike someone else on the team.

"Let's just say it was something that Romain reminded me of when I was climbing through the ranks. Let's just say Haas wasn't my first choice," I explain. Before you can ask, I wanted to join Ferrari because of my connection to the team but at the time I needed more experience. Thankfully the conversation turns into something more date friendly. It doesn't take us long to receive our respective orders. We are equally as quick to get to work on nibbling the food. In between nibbles Mick and I have various conversations. After two hours of socialising the time has come for us to leave.

"Hey Mick, would it be a track walk if we walked along the harbour?" I ask. To be honest I don't know why I asked when it is a public road. The weekend hasn't started just yet.

"Umm... I don't think so. I think we'll be fine. Why do you ask?" Mick responds.

"I was thinking we could take a walk along the harbour," I say. Mick looks sold on the idea. With that Mick pays and we leave. It doesn't take long for us to make it the rest of the way to the harbour. The first thing I notice is the fact that some of the yachts have some activity going on. Not that it matters as Mick and I are going nowhere near the boats. For some reason, Mick pulls me closer. For some reason, I lean my head on Mick's side. Tonight has been nice. Well, that is an understatement but nice was the only word that I could think of as Mick and I lazily strolled along the harbour. It is the day after and I am visibly happy. I am happy because of the date with Mick. Hopefully, no one picks up on it.

"You seem happy. Care to tell?" Yuri remarks. Damn it. Yuri's timing is the worst. As soon as the thought slips through my mind.

"No. It's none of your business," I responded. I try to keep the tone light as we both get to work. Something tells me that Yuri and I are gonna have a long weekend. Yuri gives me a pleading look. It's as if he is wanting to have a longer conversation to avoid work. That is a little out of character for him. I will talk to him after the first two free practice sessions.

"No matter how much you ask you are not getting the answer," I am being insistent as I really don't want anything getting out about Mick and me without us both agreeing. Plus Yuri is the worst of the Haas mechanics when it comes to gossip. If I told him the whole team would know within the next week.

"Ok then," Surprisingly Yuri gives up.

"Yuri, is there anything going on?" I check on him just in case my hunch about him avoiding work is true.

"Not really," He responds as he gets some tools ready. I can tell that he is not telling me the truth but I am not going to press him for information. It is none of my business. I'm sure Yuri would tell me what's going on if it is something bad. Oh well, there is nothing that I can do about it.