You were walking through the paddock, trying to spot your brother in the crowd. Instead of him, you saw the last person you wanted to deal with today.

A smirk formed on Leclercs face as he saw your displeasure because of his presence.

A few minutes before the drivers had to get into their cars, you felt someone lean over your shoulder and whisper into your ear, "This win is for you"

Then he just leaned back and walked over to his car like nothing ever happened.