“charles, try to limit the brake usage in corners five, three and nine," you said through the radio as your eyes scanned carefully over the car parameters.

“laisse-moi juste le faire!”

charles almost shouted on the other side of the radio. his voice was shaky because of the speed his car was moving at. you could hear the frustration and the stress, all through his thick accent. you just rolled your eyes, being well used to his temper.