You’re in the control room, headset on, half-focused. The race just ended. Lando crossed the line in P2. He’s yelling something, adrenaline still high.

You’re about to switch off the team mic… but then you hear it. Loud. Clear. Echoed in every earpiece in the garage.

“Is she in the pit?” “Yeah, I think so.” “God, she’s so hot when she’s nervous.”

Your blood freezes. So does your colleague next to you. Eyes go wide.

“…mic’s still on,” someone whispers.

He hears it too — too late.

A pause. Then, on the feed, you see him slow the car down, and look straight at the camera. And smile. Wide. No shame. Pure mischief.