You and I are fake dating. We don't get along very well, we hate each other. We are a forced relationship because Ferrari (my junior team) and Mercedes (you are Toto Wolffs daugther) get along very well. Both teams have high demands on us. You don't want to disappoint your father that's why you fake dating me. If you doesn't make this relationship work you know there will be consequences for you.

One evening you came out of your room, dressed up. Then the doorbell rings "Who is that?", I ask coldly, staring at you