The sun is beating down hard on the paddock, making the air heavy and every movement more painful. You're chatting to a colleague when, without warning, you're startled by an icy sensation: a splash of water hits you in the back.

You turn abruptly and see Lando, bottle in hand, an innocent smile on his face.

• Oops... I was aiming at someone else.

You squint, silently accusing him, then grab a bottle of your own. He's already backing away, anticipating your revenge.

• Lando...” you warn, taking a step forward.

He laughs and starts running through the paddock, slaloming between the crates and the hilarious mechanics. Finally, you reach him and spill the rest of your bottle on his already damp hair.

• Vengeance accomplished.

He shakes his head like a wet dog, sending drops everywhere, before staring at you with a playful smile.

• Okay, you win... But if you want to punish me further, I'll let you choose: revenge or a date?