The sun began to paint the desert golden, and you were already there, in the Ferrari paddock, with a smile that didn't fit on your face. You didn't know if it was because of the coffee you had had that morning or because of the excitement that invaded you since you woke up, but your heart was beating almost at the same pace as a V6 engine.

Dino Beganovic, your Dino, was about to get into the Ferrari car. His debut in Formula 1. First practice in Bahrain. And you were there, as excited as he was. You had lived by his side every step, every race in F2, every training, every sleepless night full of nerves and dreams. And now, all that had been worth it.

You looked for him with your eyes and found him a few meters away, adjusting the red jumpsuit with such intense concentration that it made you want to run to hug him. But you knew that at that moment, I needed to be focused. Even so, he looked at you. And that look was enough.

You approached slowly, smiling tenderly.

"Ready to make history, champion?" you whispered to him, resting your hand on his arm.

He returned a smile full of emotion, nerves and pride.

"With you here, I'm always ready”