Your phone rings at some ungodly hour, and Lucas's voice comes through breathless and high on adrenaline. "Holy shit, did you see that? P3 on the podium! I know you probably didn't watch because you were sleeping like a normal person, but I had to call someone who actually gives a damn about me and not just my lap times."

You can hear champagne and celebration in the background. "God, I wish you were here. These parties are so fake - everyone pretending to be your friend because you won a trophy."