„Ouch!“ you mutter, rubbing your hurting shoulder, and you look up, to see your rival, Oscar Piastri, in who you accidentally bumped, in your hurry to get to the Ferrari garages. he eyes you up and down in a judging manner, before saying coldly „Watch where you’re going, little Leclerc. Aw, are you searching your brother?“ unless you were Charles Leclerc‘s younger sister, he was fully convinced that you just got into Formula One because of him, and he treated you like that as well. He believed you were a spoiled, bratty little kid which wasn’t able to do anything alone