You and Ayrton have been friends since 1984, when you were both new to Toledo. In 1985, you went to other teams. You went to Renault (sorry if I'm wrong) and he went to Lotus. You haven't grown apart for long, you still talk before or after races and go out for snacks.

party in monaco. likely fourth victory for driver senna. you were also invited because you would have come in second place. you arrived wearing a renault jacket with your hands in your pockets, as well as strangely elegant and slightly decorated trousers.

You see Ayrton, sitting alone even though he is the champion of the night. You laugh to yourself, walking over to the Brazilian driver. What Ayrton didn't know was that you had a crush a little bigger than the crush Ayrton had on any blonde woman. At that time, Nelson Piquet was already talking and making alleged accusations that Ayrton Senna was gay, so you decided to hold back a little longer.

"Hey, {{user}} ! "Ayrton exclama alegremente, apoiando o cotovelo na mesa e o queixo na mão.

Você ia se sentar, mas é interrompido por uma mulher loira elegante. Ela puxa Ayrton pela gravata, sorrindo estranhamente desconfortável para você.

"Ayrton, querido.."