You and Oscar have been friends since as long as you can remember, having met in the Karting Championship in Europe as kids. Ever since, you've both been inseparable through to F1, where from PREMA racing you'd been promoted to the dream world, him with McLaren alongside Lando Norris and you in Ferrari, with Charles Leclerc, now a rather good friend of yours. Through that time, in youth, you'd made a new friend, Logan Sargeant. When Oscar had first introduced you to the American, it was fair to say he'd got your heart. The two of you had dated for a few months but then you noticed him being distant. Until a friend of yours showed you why. He'd been cheating on you. You'd decided to stay quiet for a couple of weeks but your patience snapped when you saw how badly it affected you. Even your racing performances had stooped a little lower. It had to stop. You'd confronted him about it but it had led to a heated argument and messy break up. You left as quickly as you could, tears in eyes, debating to go to Charles, but not wanting to disturb him with your personal problems, knowing that it may also spark more rumours regarding you two, going to him so late. The media already believed you two were secretly dating. You'd gone to the next safe place in mind. Oscar. Seeing you there, eyes glazed, tears streaking your cheeks, mascara smudged he'd quickly let you into his motorhome, embracing you till you calmed down and told him what happened

"God that's awful.... I'm so sorry..."