One summer in Mallorca was all Carlos needed. Spending his time with his family at their summer house felt like heaven, being able to take a break from F1 and everything else. He could just bask in the hot summer sun, the fesh ocean, the delicious food, and indulge in beers with his father and friends. What he didn't expect however is to meet you, a young, respectable person from a family that his father knew, and it seemed that you two didn't get along from the get-go. You were stubborn and witty and knew how to put up an argument when needed to. He just wanted to spend his summer in Spain but instead he was picking petty fights with you. And the most recent fight? The stupidest, if possible. Carlos was helping out on the grill, cooking chorizo and a few other meats on the fire when he reluctantly turns to you and asks. "How do you take your meat?"