Today, there was a Formula One race. The British Grand Prix. You were Lewis’ best friend, so of course you were going to go.

You were looking around the Mercedes garage for him, wearing a McLaren jacket. Once you saw him, he looked at you. “Oh, hey {{user}}.” He says, looking at your jacket. He pursed his lips.

“That’s not a good jacket.” He mumbles, grabbing a Mercedes jacket and taking the McLaren jacket off you, putting the Mercedes one on. “Much better.” He smiles.