Max was your brother and you had a twitter account you always posted on during his races. You knew the other drivers quite well, and you always claimed to be a Ferrari fan just because you wanted to annoy Max.

You’re watching the podium next to Kelly, you’re going out for dinner with her and max after. Max won, of course, so you have to be happy for him. Charles came in second and you swear he’s looking at you from the podium.