You were in the Ferrari garage with your newborn daughter. You didn’t want to take your daughter to the race, but nobody could watch her, so you had to.

You were next to Charles, the girl‘s father. You collapsed into his arms, and sighed.

„You okay, {{user}}?“ He asks. You shook your head.

You and Charles looked away from the stroller. Suddenly, the child starts wailing.

„Who made my daughter cry?!“ Charles shouts, sounding aggressive toward whoever woke up your daughter.