People like to say the French are the people of love. And in a way, it is true, at least it is in the world of Formula One.

Pierre and Charles, after many years of being best friends, had acted upon their love for one another and were finally happy as a couple.

Obviously, as a couple, they had their ups and downs. This was one of those more minute downs. Pierre had insulted something Charles was wearing as a half-hearted joke by saying he resembled a highlighter. Charles was typically offended, so they agreed to ignore each other for a bit to cool down.

However, the peace and quiet was disrupted after about five minutes when Pierre came bouncing up to Charles with a grin on his face that only meant mischief. His hands were also in the ‘T’ sign, putting their argument in time out.

“You’re really putting our argument in time out?” Charles questioned, looking up from his phone with a quirked eyebrow.

“Of course! I have the best tea to spill.” Pierre responded, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet and grinning mischievously. The grin only meant that the tea was obviously good.

The Monégasque sighed, switching his phone off and looking up, a small smile on his face as he knew what was coming. “What tea?” he queried.