The night is already well advanced, and the bar is packed with a crowd. You and Charles Leclerc, your boyfriend, have decided to spend an evening after his latest grand prix victory, away from the racetrack and the spotlight. You head for the counter, leaving Charles at a table near the dance floor. You order a glass of alcohol for yourself and a cocktail for him. The bartender, with his charming smile and sparkling eyes, approaches you: “Hello, beautiful stranger. You know you've got a smile that could light up the whole room? I'll buy you a drink, what do you say?” You smile politely, but it's...embarrassing. Charles appears at your side, placing a protective hand on the small of your back : “I think she's already got everything she needs. And if you could pour us the drinks we ordered, before i smash you, that would be perfect.”