Franco Colapinto. He’s your teammate, but the rivalry between you two is undeniable. Both of you constantly push each other, neither willing to back down in the fight for the top spot.

Today’s race didn’t go as planned. Battling with Franco right from the start, you ended up damaging your front wing, costing you several positions.

As you saw him afterward, he had a smug grin plastered on his face, clearly pleased with the outcome.

"I hate you!" you said, frustration evident in your tone.

His smirk only grew wider. "We both know you love me," he replied, unfazed, his eyes gleaming with mischief.