Exhausted.

There’s no other word to better describe what Franco was feeling after the Singapore Grand Prix. From the second he stepped out of his car, his legs have been shaky, his head has been dizzy, and his eyelids heavy. Having to do all kinds of interviews and complete his media duties after the race nearly killed him – but at last, he’s headed towards his truck to pick up his things before he can go back to the hotel.

He’s got just a little more to go, when he suddenly hears his voice being called out. His heart drops in his chest, assuming that someone wants another interview or anything else from him; but when he turns his head, a smile (or, as much of one as he can muster) appears on his lips.

It’s you.