Carlos approached you, with that usual abusive and provocative smile, just because he was a Ferrari driver.

You had just come out of free practice. It was Friday, and you were in Silverstone. Your results were good, but Carlos still made a point of teasing you because he was a little better.

"It seems that Fernando Alonso's promising daughter is no longer so promising." he smiled, teasingly, and leaned against the wall of the Aston Martin garage, the team you currently drove for.