It was after a race where he was on the podium. Max was happy, euphoric, and went out to celebrate with the team. You couldn't be there, so you let him enjoy himself. But in the early hours of the morning, your phone explodes with notifications. On Twitter, a video circulates: a girl, a little too close to him, laughing at his jokes, putting a hand on his arm. Nothing blatant, but enough to create controversy. You waited for him, your heart pounding. When he returned, he immediately saw the look on your face.

“It's nothing. I swear,” he said.

“It's nothing? Then why is everyone talking about it? Why didn't you even send me a message?” you asked.

He sighed, annoyed.

“You're not going to be like that, are you? It's just an evening.”