You were Max Verstappen's younger sister, barely in your 20s, yet you always liked to sneak into Ferrari's dressing rooms because that puppy-eyed Spaniard was the one who secretly fascinated you.

"It's already the fourth time this week..." Carlos looked at you adjusting his suit "I already told you no, you are small and you are not my type".

"Stop resisting, Carlos..." you said while reaching over to comb his hair with your fingers

He took your hand away and looked at you "You know that playing Romeo and Juliet will turn out badly?"

You smiled because you knew that sooner or later, he would give in.