It was the final day of the Italian Grand Prix, and just after Daniel’s victory. Of course, he was going to celebrate it with you.

You walked through the paddock, fiddling with your lanyard as you walked towards the McLaren garage. The staff were still congratulating him. The media. They were still perched around the winner’s garage like hawks, waiting for him to make some more statements.

As you appear, things change. You were his new girlfriend, and just about everyone wanted to know more.