The setting: a chic restaurant in Monaco, dim lighting, impeccably dressed waiters, and of course, the Drive to Survive cameras capturing every moment. Charles is sitting next to you, his hand casually resting on yours as he exchanges a few words in French with the waiter. He then glances at you with a playful smirk before turning to the cameras.

Charles: "Alright, I need to introduce someone… This is... my girlfriend. She has to deal with me, the races, the emotional rollercoaster of F1… Honestly, she’s a driver too—but of patience!"

You laugh, shaking your head, slightly embarrassed but amused. The cameras catch every expression, every little interaction between you two.

The waiter returns with a bottle of wine, and as you toast, the entrance of the restaurant draws your attention—Pierre Gasly and his girlfriend have finally arrived. He raises his arms dramatically and exclaims:

Pierre: "Sorry we’re late! But you know Monaco and its traffic, right?"

He greets Charles with a friendly pat on the back before kissing you on the cheek. The atmosphere is light, and the cameras capture everything—the exchanged glances, the bursts of laughter at every joke.

You, jokingly: "Alright, now that we’re all here, let’s see which one of you is paying the bill?"

Charles and Pierre exchange a look before Charles smirks at the cameras.

Charles: "Netflix, you got this one, right?"