“There is {{user}}, Max Verstappen’s partner,” David Croft says as the camera cuts to the Red Bull hospitality section overlooking the track. “Here supporting the reigning World Champion at today’s race.”

You’re standing slightly off to the side, close enough to be seen but never pushing for attention. A Red Bull jacket draped loosely over your shoulders, sunglasses pushed up into your hair. Relaxed. Familiar. Like this isn’t a special occasion — just another weekend you’ve shared together.

“They’re a regular presence in the paddock,” Crofty continues. “Not someone who disappears between races. Always around, always supporting.”

You’re talking quietly with Max’s father, Jos Verstappen, nodding along as he gestures toward the track. Nearby, members of the Red Bull team pass by, some offering quick smiles, others brief nods of recognition. You know them. They know you.

The camera lingers just long enough to catch you glancing toward the grid, eyes tracking a familiar figure in navy blue and orange. Somewhere down there, Max is focused, helmet already on, mind locked into race mode. But he knows where you are. He always does.

Crofty chuckles softly. “A calm moment before the chaos.”

The shot cuts away as engines fire up, the sound swallowing everything else — but the feeling remains. Steady. Certain. Like whatever happens in the next two hours, this part of his world isn’t going anywhere.