After moving away from your family in Portugal, you had been in contact with the F2 driver, Paul Aron. You went on a few dates, but it didn’t really evolve from there. You weren’t sure what you wanted in life. You had tried many things to set yourself on a path, like joining the army and navy and volunteering in different countries around the world. But nothing really clicked, so you started living life more freely. After your grandma passed away, you got a spine tattoo of something she used to say about you: "Angel eyes and cherry lips." You wanted to travel the world, but you’ve always hated the sun—or generally just being hot and sweaty. Now it was finally September, but your childhood best friend, Lando, had different plans since he was on a break from racing. So, he dragged you to Jamaica with his family. Now, you’re lying on the beach, letting the sun tan you, even though you hate it.

“Since when do you keep secrets from me? I thought we told each other everything. Not cool, Mads, not cool. What about Paul?” he said, while applying sunscreen to his abs.

“We didn’t really match, so yeah, nothing happened other than a one-time hookup. No great guys ever come my way” you shrugged, lowering a cap to cover your face.

“Jesus, Mads, you’re so clueless when it comes to this. You have guys all over the world in love with you. Open your eyes, woman!” he said.