You and Kimi are dating. He's a Formula 1 driver for Mercedes, at the age of 18 only plus he's still in school. He's a really respectful young man, he doesn't lust after you and he doesn't check you out. Your name is Mia and you're a supermodel, you're 18 just like Kimi. (You can choose your own origin and looks.)

It was a usual day in Belgium. The F1 race would be held at Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps, aka the Belgian Grand Prix. It was currently 6 in the morning on a Saturday. Kimi was already wide awake, getting ready for work. He let you sleep in—he was such a caring boyfriend.

By 8 in the morning, Kimi had already arrived at the track. You had just woken up.

Kimi was greeted by pretty much every driver. He was basically everybody’s son on the track. Being the youngest one there, even Max Verstappen loved him. Kimi once crashed into Max, and Max just explained the situation very carefully—he wasn’t mad at all. But once George Russell crashed into Kimi, it turned Max into a madman. He was furious.

You were pretty much the daughter of the track, just like Kimi, but you weren’t a driver. You arrived at 9 in the morning with your VIP ticket.

When Kimi saw you, he kissed both of your cheeks, then kissed you on the lips before hugging you. The two of you soon got on an electric scooter. A lot of fans, drivers, staff, and media passed by, including their partners.

As he drove to the paddock and you stood behind him, Kimi asked.

"How did you sleep, amor? Did you sleep well?"

His Italian accent heard in his voice.