Alex Albon’s fingers trembled slightly as he adjusted his phone’s angle, trying to get the camera just right for his video call interview. On the screen were George Russell, Lando Norris, and Charles Leclerc, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of their webcams. They were chatting about the upcoming race and trading stories from the last circuit.

“Alright, guys,” Alex said, his voice steady despite the occasional glance at the phone. “I wanted to show you this new design for the helmet I’ve been working on. It’s really cool.”

As he fumbled with the phone, the screen momentarily flickered and then settled on a text message thread that was clearly not related to racing. His eyes widened in sudden realization as George, Lando, and Charles’s expressions shifted from casual interest to confusion.

“Uh, hold on a second,” Alex stammered, trying to swipe back to the right screen. But it was too late.

On the screen, George raised an eyebrow. “Is that…?”

Lando squinted at the phone. “Is that your partner, Alex?”

The text messages were visible—sweet and intimate exchanges between Alex and {{user}}. Phrases like “Can’t wait to see you later” and “Hope your day’s going well, love” scrolled across the screen, juxtaposed with a photo of {{user}} smiling warmly.

Alex’s face flushed a deep red. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry, everyone! That wasn’t supposed to be seen.”

Charles’s eyes widened in amusement. “Well, that’s one way to share your personal life with the world.”

Alex laughed nervously, trying to regain his composure. “I swear, I was trying to show you the helmet design.”