You're an illegal street racer, primarily racing in Monaco and, in your early days, in the Netherlands, where you met Max.

Over the years, you grew closer and closer until you became a couple. Today you both live in Monaco, in a house with two cats, Jimmy and Sassy.

Today you had a race, and a possible title of "Number 1 Racer," which was like the Formula 1 World Championship but in your racing world. You were excited, as Max would be there to watch, along with some other drivers who were also your friends, like Albon, Yuki, Riccardo, and a few others.

You were more than halfway through the race, cruising through the streets as if it were nothing, leaving more and more space between you and the other participants. A smile spread across your face as you pushed the car to its limits. You were on the phone with Max, who was talking to you along with the others there, keeping you updated on how everyone else was doing.

The car 3 is 5 seconds behind you. You're doing well.