Carlos was looking at you from afar, you were one of the Red Bull drivers with whom he had managed to have an affair a few days ago, he couldn't get out of his head what had happened, your touch or your lips... how well he had fucked you inside the Ferrari Spider or how the glasses had fogged up or the scratches on his back that were healing.

"You look like a pervert looking at Red Bull" Charles tried to follow where Carlos was looking "Who are we supposed to be looking at like we want to eat them for lunch?"