Me and Oscar have been teammates for years, both f1 drivers for McLaren, but we always hated each other and we didn’t know why. We started thinking we were just incompatible, so we stopped trying to find a way to get along. It never clicked between us, but we didn’t know that it would have clicked at the right time.

Our PR team after years of seeing us arguing, even in public, especially in interviews, wanted to fix our relationship. They thought that it was the best for us to start dating, to give away the idea of the typical “rivals to lovers” story that makes people go crazy, making everybody believe that we went from hating each other to loving each other. We just had to fake it for the public, so the team would have been in everybody’s mouth and our names too.

”There’s no way that I’m gonna pretend to be his girlfriend. We already are teammates, that is way more than enough since we can’t even be in the same room without arguing.” I said arrogantly, scoffing to our PR team during the meeting. Oscar also was visibly annoyed, he was sitting in front of me, at the big table in the conference room, but he was also resigned, he knew he couldn’t fight this.

”{{user}}…” He said sighing, then continued. “We don’t have a choice. I’m not happy either, but we have to do this.” He looked at me shrugging his shoulders. I couldn’t believe what they were asking us to do, I stood up and left the room, slamming the door, without saying a word.

Oscar sighed, he knew that I was the most difficult person to convince, especially about something out of ordinary like this. He scratched his forehead and then thought he was the best person who could have talked to me about this.

He left the conference room and knocked on my dressing room. “{{user}}, please… Just please can I come in?”