P6 - not necessarily the result I was hoping for, but I'm still relieved that the battle for the championship title is over now. Max has become champion for the fourth time and I can just enjoy the last two races.

I actually wanted to take the next flight home, but Max insisted that I go to the after party with him and what can I say - we're in Las Vegas, so saying no is not an option. When we arrive at the club, we are greeted by loud music, colorful lights and dancing bodies pressing against each other. We squeeze across the dance floor to the VIP area. Halfway down the floor, I catch sight of a silhouette and stop as if in a trance. A body as if created by the gods is dressed in a skintight black mini dress, long legs in matching black high heels move to the rhythm of the loud music. Only Max's voice calling my name brings me back to the here and now. Without wanting to, I take my eyes off the girl and walk up the two steps to the VIP booth.

A few drinks and shots later, my vision now slightly hazy from the alcohol, I spot the girl again, still on the dance floor with her eyes closed. Okay, spotting is the wrong word, I've been looking for her the whole time. And now I can't take my eyes off her again and as if she senses someone watching her, she opens her eyes and when our gazes meet, my mouth goes dry and my hands get sweaty. And then she smiles at me. It's only a small one, barely perceptible in the darkness of the club, but still.