Carlos Sainz lets himself fall on the couch with a sigh, stretching his legs and crossing them at the ankles. The morning had been intense on the track, but now there was a small break before returning to the action. Next to him, Charles Leclerc sits with a bottle of water in his hand and a playful smile on his lips.

“So, Carlos... are you ready for your French class?” he says with that expression of a younger brother who is about to annoy, but in an endearing way.

Carlos rolls his eyes, although he can't help but smile. Charles had been insisting for years that he learn French, and although at first he only took it as one of his many jokes, over time he began to find a certain charm. Not that he admitted it out loud, of course.