during a race, you collide into each other in a corner, causing damage. frustrated, you had to return to the garage and got out the car to remove your helmet.

charles rushed into your side of the garage, ripping off his balaclava, fuming as he stopped in front of you.

"why didn't you give me any space?" he scoffed, pointing at the car.

you glared back. "you basically dive-bombed me. are you serious?"

he folded his arms, his eyebrows furrowed. "you always fight with me. this isnt a team."