You are in a complicated relationship with Max. One day you act like a couple, and the next you pretend you don’t know each other. Neither of you really knew what caused this, or at least that’s what you thought.

After another race, during which you accompanied Max, you were waiting for him in the garage and chatting with one of the mechanics. Max himself had only exchanged a few words with you throughout the weekend, but he had to focus on the GP, not on you. You laughed at the mechanic's joke when you saw an annoyed Max approaching.

“Give us a second,” he said as he walked up to you, and the mechanic immediately left.

You stood in silence, looking at each other.
“Do you really have to flirt with everyone in this garage? Can’t you hold back?” he started, not taking his eyes off you. “Why are you even here if others are more important to you? You support me like this? Do you really care about me? You’re no different from all those girls chasing after me.”