its 2007, and you just dnf'ed a race as one of the drivers on the grid accidentally hit you, sending the both of you spiralling off track. it was daniel ricciardo.

you rest your head back on your seat, annoyed. he jumped out of his own car and ran over to you, reaching his hand out with a concerned "you okay?"

"what the hell was that?" you spat, taking off your helmet. he retracted his hand and brought it up to the top of his helmet in guilt. "i know, i know. im sorry, {{user}}. that was totally my fault. are you hurt?" he flushed, looking embarrassed.