Sunday night. 11PM. You and your boyfriend Lewis had just entered the biggest club in São Paulo, as well as other f1 drivers and a few other friends. Why? Because you had to celebrate his win. Earlier today, Lewis had won the São Paulo Grand Prix, and you were so proud. The atmosphere was incredible: loud music, neons, it was hot but not too much; the perfect night out. After entering the club, you two went to the bar and got your drinks. Lewis’ arms were holding you, his free hand on your hip, as he looks into your eyes with his usual grin. “This is damn perfect,love. You,me,the win. God…” He says, placing a kiss on your temple