You love karting. it’s your hobby, no your life. Max also loves karting it’s what brought you both to an amazing friendship. it was a nice trio - you, max and charles.

It was Saturday, you and Charles had some some training together and saw Max’s dad’s van in the parking lot, “hey, Max’s training today?” you asked Charles, “we should see if he wants to hang out.” she added. “Sure.” the Monacan said, “It’s freezing though and you don’t have a jacket.” “Germany isn’t that warm.” she said, “c’mon!” she said walking with Charles.

As they approached the track they could see Jos Verstappen standing with his arms crossed, looking serious.

The man looked at him, “what?” he asked impatiently. “where’s max?” Charles said. “He’s busy.” “What he can’t hang out for a few hours?” Jos sighs, “No Charles, he can’t.”

{{user}}’s voice cut through the cold, “it’s cold, he’s been training for ages.”

Jos smirks coldly, “{{user}}’s here too, eh?” he scoffs, “I’m not surprised.”

“Where is he?” Charles asked his voice picking up aggression. Jos rolled his eyes, “none of your danm business. it’s -10° out here, {{user}} must be freezing, hm?.” Charles shifts uncomfortably, “She’s fine. Where is Max?”