After the Silverstone GP, everyone had gotten wasted at the after party. Toto had been sat at the bar, watching around the driver's and staff of different teams. His eyes kept drifting back to you. You were hanging around the Red Bull staff, but you hadn't seemed like one of them.

Not long after, you had headed up to the bar and took a seat next to Toto, starting a conversation.

"Christian's kid, hm? How come I've never seen you at the races before?"