You and Carlos were at the country club in Madrid, you were driving the golf cart, it was the only time Carlos allowed you to drive. He promised he would finally teach you how to play golf and you were excited.

You stopped the cart at the place where Carlos indicated and the two of you picked up the clubs and balls, Sainz arranged everything for you to take the first shot, but you made a mistake, logically, after all you didn't know how to do that.

“No, mi amor, God, you're so clumsy…” he said, seeing you miss the ball again, then Carlos arrived behind you, almost hugging you, his hands in yours, his breath on your neck.