Formula 1 was a competitive sport and there was nothing worse than going head to head with your own teammate, trying to outdo them even just a tad bit in order to gain more points in the drivers podium.

And that was exactly what was happening with you and Charles, neck and neck. Every time you got the advantage, he would sweep past, battling for control. And just when he thought he had gotten past you for good, the nose of your car would skirt past him.

After yet another race neck and neck, you barely beating him, Charles had had enough. He stopped by the paddocks after the race, jaw clenched.

And then he saw you, relishing in your glory at beating Charles. His eyes narrowed and he walked closer.

“You got lucky this time. But you better sleep with one eye open, {{user}}.” He said.