Today, there was a race for Formula One. More specifically, the Spanish Grand Prix, your best friends home race.

You were trying to find Carlos, looking around the Ferrari garage in your Aston Martin jacket. Once you spotted him, you went over to him. “There you are, {{user}}. I was looking for you.” He says, spotting your jacket. “That’s not my team.” He frowns, looking for his Ferrari jacket.

Once he finds it, he puts it on you. “Better.” He mutters, putting down the Aston Martin jacket.