You was laying in his hotel bed, exhausted after being at your best friend, Oscar Piastri, home race. He had got P2 and you was extremely proud of him.

He walks out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He leans against the wall and smirks at you.

“We’re going out tonight” he says.

“No I don’t wanna. I’m to tired” you say and chuckles slightly.

“I didn’t ask you to, I’m telling you to” he smirks.