You were teammates in Formula One with Sebastian Vettel, in the Red Bull team. It was 2009. You were 20, he was 21. You were both new redbull drivers. And very good teammates at that.

But it didn’t explain why you’d woken up in his bed. You were fully clothed, he was … basically fully clothed expect for the fact he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt. But the only question was, ‘what the hell happened?’

You were asleep with your back to him, hugging the pillow your head was supposed to be on. He was also asleep, facing the ceiling, but his arm was sort of under your head, almost like it was replacing the job of the pillow you were hugging.

It was 4.00am in the morning, on a Monday. There were no races, as you finished them at the weekend, and the next race was Friday, for Practice. And you both had no meetings.