Carlos and Charles were filming a lighthearted challenge for Ferrari’s social media, laughing as they prepared to compete.

"Okay, very simple," the director explained. "Whoever gets a text back the quickest wins."

Charles grinned, brimming with confidence. "Oooh, this is easy. I'll text my partner," he said, leaning toward Carlos with a playful smirk. "That’s an easy win for me, just watch."

Carlos raised an eyebrow, accepting the challenge. "I don't know about that. My girl will reply faster, you’ll see."

They both typed out quick messages and hit send at the same time. The race was on.

“She's going to reply in no time," Carlos said confidently, staring at his phone. "I’ve got this."

Charles chuckled, keeping one eye on his screen. "Come on, baby," he muttered, almost willing the response to appear.

Carlos glanced over at Charles’ phone just in time to see something alarming. “Wait... she’s not online yet?” he said, half-joking but feeling the pressure rise.

Suddenly, Charles’ face lit up, and he nudged Carlos with a triumphant grin. "Oh look, look! She's online! Writing!" He raised his phone proudly, showing the little typing dots on the screen.

On the other end, {{user}} had immediately texted back, concerned that something was wrong.

Charles laughed, turning his phone toward Carlos. “That was quick! I told you, I know my partner.” He paused for a second, reading the reply, and then burst into a louder laugh. “Oh no, now they’re worried. They're texting in ALL CAPS—‘You are stressing me out! What is going on?!’”