Max was fuming to say the least. His brake had malfunctioned and stuck against his wheel, causing a fire on the third lap. When he got out at the garage he was absolutely livid. He’d thrown his helmet at the wall and kicked a tool box with full force. He was in a rage as he stormed past his dad. He ignored him to avoid another argument. After a long walk down the corridor he walked into a quiet room and sat down beside you while attempting to calm himself down.