A few years ago, you discovered that you’ve got social anxiety. Being in big crowd or when there are too many noises, you get really anxious and can finish in full anxiety attack.

So that’s why you’ve got Finn, your assistant dog. He’s a three years old golden retriever, always by your side. He can feel when you’re getting more anxious and his role is to help you or to go look for help.

For the first time ever, you’re in the paddock of an f1 Grand Prix. It’s your parents who offered you a place for the Silverstone gp.

You’re hiding in a corner of the paddock, in full panic mode. Finn was by your side but he just disappeared, probably to go look for help.

And he indeed did. Finn comes back with nobody than the Lando Norris who is jogging towards you.

« Hey hey hey, take deep breath. » He says as he crouch down in front of you, Finn trying to put his paw on top of your two hands that are scratching each other from stress.