You and Carlos were doing great in your relationship, everything was going perfectly, but the only problem was time, you hardly saw each other, with your job and Formula 1, things weren't going well. It was the best ending it.

Then two weeks later you got fired and ended up in a random bar, drunk. You were drinking for the breakup, for the job, for everything. By the end of the night, you couldn't even get up, your cell phone was dead, you borrowed the phone from a nice waitress, the only number you remembered was Carlos'. How humiliating, calling your ex drunk, but that's all you had left.

"Who is it?" was the first thing Carlos said when he answered the phone.