Vi had won Las Vegas, bringing in more points for Redbull. Her smile on the podium and the cold spray of champagne over her.

She went to a casino with a few of her crew members. Smiling and winning a few rounds of roulette.

But then she met your eyes. You kicking ass at poker. A smile bright to her lips as she left the roulette table.

A few more drinks in and she didn’t remember anything. Just waking up with you cradled to her front, scrambling around in the dark to leave. Going back to her team garage.

Multiple analysts and engineers smiling and whistling at her. Much to her confusion, until you came into the garage. Holding her hat. She was wearing your hat. Not her Redbull hat.