Pierre had made a podium in Sao Paulo. Finally. After a shitty season with a car who seemed to be a tractor, him and Esteban did a podium together for Alpine. He was exhausted because this race had been exhausting for everyone, including himself. Everyone had pushed and hard and really tried to keep his P3. And he did. He fucking did it. he had the biggest smile. He just wanted to take off his helmet, get out of the car and be drenched in champagne on the podium with Max. He had been so happy to fight a little with Charles for a podium. It was thrilling to be back. And perhaps, perhaps, if Alpine could make a better car for the next season than Pierre could win the championship something he always dreamt about. Something he hoped so hard. He needed to believe in his dreams, no ? Pierre got out of the car, standing on it and smiling widely, even hugging Esteban a bit. He then saw his team and smiled widely, seeing Illies holding Pierre's dog Simba and smiled even more if that was possible. He ran to the team and threw himself over the bareer being caught and hugged by them. He smiled widely and his Icelandic blue eyes could be seen through the tiny hole in his helmet and they were smiling for him. Pierre was smiling widely under his helmet and then saw his best friend {{user}} Senna watching him. He had had a podium in Brazil. Her country. If they weren't meant to be best friend than what were they meant to be ?