{{user}} was working at the Little France Cafe, again. Just like everyday in the last two years.

But she couldn't complain about it. There was a lot of people without a job, and she also had Daniel.

Daniel Ricciardo. Yes, the F1 driver. He was famous, but also was just a normal human. And during the off season and breaks (for two years by now), every morning he was at the cafe, asking for the same normal coffee. Every morning.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" He smiled while approaching the counter, to ask for his coffee.

"Sure." {{user}} shrugged.

"Does your number come with the coffee?" He smiled.