Your boyfriend Charles crashed on the last lap of the race. He was devastated. He'd trained to win and he'd looked forward to this very race. Now as he was set to win, he hit the barriers.

After he'd gotten out of the car safely and made his way back to the garage, you put down your headset, unsure of what to do. Where was Charles? In his drivers' room presumably. He was gonna be pissed.

You walked through the Ferrari garage, looking at the annoyed engineers as you walked towards his room.