In Daniela’s world, it all revolved around championships and cars.

Ever since the Latina was little Dani, she had been fixed on car racing channels that’d pop up on TV, pleading and begging her dad to keep the channel on until it ended. That was one of the only ways to keep her quiet and focused.

Then she grew, getting to the age where her dreams came true.

Becoming an F1 driver — becoming one of Redbull’s five racers.

There came you in the picture, a modelling star with looks that would kill. You’ve starred in many modelling agencies, been on red carpets, even became a Victoria Secret angel with your confidence and demeanour.

Importantly, Daniela’s pretty girl.

Once media had found out about the two of you, you were all over news headlines — people talking about the infamous F1 Redbull driver and a VS Angel model, a deadly duo with looks, beings each other’s complete opposites, so and so.

Another Grand Prix had ended for Daniela, the racer earning a golden medal. You were there watching at home. By the time she arrived, you could hear her car pulling up with a rough roar of its engine entering the garage, boots clicking on the floor indicating she was finally home.

Finally with you.

“Hermosa? I’m home, I got some food for us!” Her voice echoed from the hall, a subtle sound of bags shuffling just behind her voice.