Monaco, the end of the season. The club was buzzing with life. All I had in my head was one thing. Words seemed unnecessary, especially with the adrenaline from the last race still lingering. My phone kept vibrating, but I just kept rejecting calls. Instead, I scanned the crowd.

Then my gaze stopped on her.

She was standing at the bar, amidst the crowd, but somehow she stood out. Maybe it was her smile, maybe the way she moved, as if she were dancing to the beat of the music. There was something about her that drew my attention, yet at the same time, she seemed too unattainable for me to approach.

I hesitated, but this wasn’t the time for shynes. Working in F1, this should be the moment for more confidence. My friends started nudging me, as if they could feel something was happening. I decided to act.

Step by step, I made my way through the club, not taking my eyes off her. When I finally got close, I felt my heart beating faster. She smiled when she saw me, as if she knew I was coming toward her.

"I saw you from across the room," I said, trying to sound confident. "I don’t usually meet people like you in places like this."

She smiled softly, and my heart skipped a beat. DAMN, Carlos!