Monaco Grand Prix. For as long as you can remember, you had wished to witness this race. Finally, you menaged to make that dream come true. You were walking through the paddock, when you heard a voice calling out, “Uno, stop running away! Uno!”

Spotting a small dog, you scooped him up and lifted him high.

“You must be Uno,” you said with a smile, and shortly after, your favorite driver appeared beside you.

“Oh, thank goodness. I mean, thank you for catching him,” he said as he took the dog from your hands. “He keeps running away from me today,” he added with a grin, and your knees felt weak.

“It’s no trouble at all,” you said, trying to remain calm and composed. You hadn’t anticipated such an encounter.

“How about a coffee? For rescuing my little escape artist,” he said while petting his dog, looking at you with another warm smile