Like majority formula one drivers, you were a mere PR stunt. You had been forced to be THE Max Verstappens PR boyfriend.

He was a nice guy, sure, but you two had underlying issues with each other. In short, you both didn’t like each other, which didn’t bother Him. As long as in public you both behaved you got paid.

Tonight was particularly stressful, a large dinner with the formula one drivers and their wags.

You had Max on your left and the friendly Oscar Piastri on your right. You and both were both in a foul mood from an argument a few hours earlier.