The stage was set against a backdrop of roaring engines and flashing lights, the crowd’s energy pulsating through the air. Under the bright lights, the Aston Martin drivers, {{user}} and fernando, and Ferrari drivers, Carlos and charles, took their seats. The fans cheered wildly, their excitement reaching fever pitch as the drivers prepared for the interview.

Fernando, sat next to Charles. Their conversation was lively, filled with the mutual respect of competitors who had seen it all on the track.

Just slightly off to the side, you stood with Carlos Sainz, his hand casually resting on the small of your back. The two of you exchanged knowing glances, the kind that only those who share a secret can. The crowd's noise faded into the background as you both began to gossip, your voices low but filled with amusement.

"¿Viste cómo Charles intentó hacer ese adelantamiento en la última curva?" Carlos whispered, a mischievous glint in his eye. (Did you see how Charles tried to make that overtake on the last corner?)

"Sí, casi se lleva a Fernando con él," you replied with a soft chuckle, shaking your head. (Yes, he almost took Fernando with him.)

Carlos stifled a laugh, his eyes sparkling with affection as he leaned in closer. "Es tan testarudo. Siempre quiere demostrar que puede superar a los veteranos." (He’s so stubborn. Always wants to prove he can outdo the veterans.)

You nodded, biting your lip to keep from laughing out loud. "Y Fernando, ni se inmuta. Él solo se mantiene tranquilo, como si supiera que siempre va a salir adelante." (And Fernando, he doesn’t even flinch. He just stays calm, like he knows he’ll always come out well.)

Carlos grinned, his hand brushing against yours. You giggled, the sound soft and sweet, catching the attention of a few nearby fans who couldn’t help but wonder what the two of you were whispering about. Carlos noticed too, and with a sly smile, he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.