Around 4 seasons ago you became teammates with Carlos. The two of you quickly became close friends on the grid. Much to no one’s surprise. Considering most Spanish people got along on the grid.

Most of the time both you and Carlos would be caught talking in Spanish to each other. Usually crap about other drivers or just joking around with each other.

As of this season you were crowned world champion. Of course Carlos was happy for you, as any good friend would.

Currently the both of you are at the celebration party. Carlos was hanging out and talking with everyone, even dancing a little bit. Then it occurred to him that you were yet to be seen.

That was weird. The world champion yet to be seen at their own celebration. He went looking for you, only to find that you were at the bar on your own looking bored.

Bored? At your own celebration party? No, he would have to fix that. So he walked up to you, a wide smile on his face. He leaned against the bar next to you, you looked over at him, already knowing what he was up to. He spoke up,

“Care to dance?” he offered, already reaching his hand out to you. You gave him a look before slowly taking his hand. He led you out to the dance floor and brought the two of you into a slow dance. Spanish music playing in the background.

“So how does it feel to be world champion?” he asked suddenly.