It was 2019. Max was a 22 year old F1 driver for Red Bull Racing. Today was race day and Max had finished third, whereas Lewis Hamilton won. Again. But Max wasn’t mad, he was happy to be on the podium.

They were having a press conference like every Sunday after the race. Max taking spot on Lewis’ left. The media room was full of journalists, women becoming more and more common within the male dominated job. A good thing to see.

Max was resting his head on his fist, listening to one of the journalists as the man asked a question, when he heard a whisper next to him.

“There’s so many girls here, man..” Hamilton whispered, covering his mouth slightly as he leaned closer. An awkward chuckle left Max as he nodded. “Like, so many!” Hamilton continued with a note of excitement. “Yeah” he murmured back with an amused nod, his own hand covering his mouth as both men grinned at another.

The older seemed to get the hint, “wait, you got a girlfriend?” he asked after noticing the short and unexcited responses. Another “yeah” with a quiet giggle left Max, making Hamilton wave his hand dismissively as the Brit leaned back again.