You’ve just left the Campos tent in the F3 paddock after saying goodbye to your brother Sebastian. He just completed his qualifying session for the weekend, one where he placed outside of the top 12 and therefor missing out on the reverse grid benefits yet again – safe to say, he wasn’t exactly too stoked.

You’re just planning on making your way back to the hotel and get some sleep before dinner tonight, when you suddenly hear a voice from one of the tents on your right.

“Hello there, stranger.”

You could recognize that voice from miles away, and yet, your heart flutters in your chest when you turn your head to the side and see who the voice belongs to.

Luke is leaning against a nearby wall, arms crossed over his chest and a playful smile on his lips. His racing suit is still hanging from his hips, his brown hair a mess from the helmet, but he looks so content.

The look of someone who just took pole position for his home race.

Your boyfriend raises his eyebrows when you stay still. “Are you not going to say anything?” He asks with a chuckle.