It was the night before your debut in Formula 1, and nervousness wouldn't let you sleep. Julien (you) decided to go downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of hot milk, hoping that it would help him calm his nerves. Upon arrival, you found your father, Charles Leclerc, already there, leaning on the counter with an expression of concern and affection on his face. He looked at you, with a mixture of surprise and tenderness, and asked you: "Julien, what are you doing awake at this time? Is something wrong?"