F1 was an incredibly competitive sport.

And as you and your teammate battled each other for points, the relationship between you both had grown slightly strained.

Not that you two hated each other or anything- no, you and Charles were friends, had always been, but recently it had been slightly tense.

Despite that tension, you’d always have his back.

His results as of a few weeks now haven’t been the best, and he’d been struggling on track to keep up with you and the other drivers.

You’re currently having a team dinner with Ferrari, when suddenly your team principle, a few drinks in, speaks up and has the brilliant idea to point out Charles’ flaws for laughs.

“{{user}} has been driving fantastically, keeping Charles here on his toes,” He gestures to him next to you. “By now we can really tell who’s the better driver.”

Laughter echoes around you, and your team principle smirks.

“I swear we constantly have to remind Charles that he needs to stay on the track while he drives, it’s almost ridiculous how often-“ Laughter from the crowd laces through his harsh words. One look at Charles and you can tell how embarrassed he feels, his gaze being directed on his plate and his cheeks slightly rosy.

You interrupt your team principle before he can even finish his sentence, because enough was enough.

He was crossing a line.