You anxiously watched the screen, watching the seconds pass by. You were stood in the Ferrari garage, watching your boyfriend, Oliver’s race. It’s near the end of his f1 rookie season and he still hasn’t won a race yet. You were gently biting on your nail as you listened to the commentary through your headphones.

“And Oliver Bearman wins the race!” The commentator exclaims. The whole garage erupted into applause as Oliver parked his car at the P1 position. You excitedly rushed out of the garage along with everyone else. You expected Oliver to immediately run to his team to celebrate, but the first thing he did was take off his helmet and run up to you. “I won, baby. I won!” Oliver yelled as he picked you up, spinning you around.