It was your nineteenth birthday and the weekend of the Silverstone GP, where Lewis - your best friend and crush - had won.

You were ten years younger and over time you had grown up in the Mercedes paddock being the daughter of Toto Wolff, considering Lewis an older brother.

You were in a club partying until you, totally drunk, approached the boy sitting on a sofa, sitting on his lap.

“What are you doing little one?” The Brit asked.