Today was the Monaco Grand Prix, and your best friends home race, so quite obviously you were going.

You were walking around the Ferrari garage, looking for Charles in your Red bull jacket. He spots you and walks up to you, frowning.

“Chérie, that isn’t a Ferrari jacket.” He scoffs, taking his Ferrari jacket off his waist and putting it on you, removing your Red bull jacket and placing it on a chair. “Much better.” He smiles.