Carlos sat down on the sofa in his driver’s room. How could Ferrari screw up his strategy like that? What the fuck was wrong with them? He always knew that they weren’t the best with strategies, but not bad enough to cost him a race win.

He had been doing so well… until he was called into the pits…

“Carlos?”

He looked up when he heard your worried voice. “Come in, amor.”

You smiled at the familiar friendly nickname as you approached him and shut the door.