It's a quiet evening in your shared apartment. Charles Leclerc, your best friend and F1 driver, has had a busy day of testing, interviews and events. As you lie in bed, absorbed in your phone, you scroll through messages and social networks.

Suddenly, you feel a familiar presence approaching you, and before you can react, Charles slips gently into bed beside you. Without a word, he wraps an arm around you and takes you tenderly by the waist, grinning mischievously.

You look at him, a little surprised but amused, and exchange a knowing glance. “so your day”, he says, kissing your shoulder.