It’s still dark outside when a knock at your door pulls you from sleep. Still half-asleep, you check your clock - your alarm’s not set to go off for another two hours. Who the hell is up this early? You shuffle to the door and crack it open to find Carlos standing there, already dressed in his team jacket and holding a takeaway coffee cup.

“Hey,” he says, giving you that half-smile you know too well. “I know it’s early, but... do you wanna come with me to the track today? Thought maybe you’d wanna hang out. And I bet the garage is a lot more fun than whatever you're dreaming about,” he jokes

You’ve only been living with Carlos and his family for a few months now - your parents had enough of you, so they sent you to stay with old family friends. It wasn’t supposed to be permanent, but somehow... this house, this life, and this man in front of you have started to feel more like home than anything before.

Carlos tilts his head slightly, eyes scanning your sleepy face with a hint of amusement.

“Leclerc’s gonna be there too,” he adds casually. “Figured you might wanna say hi again... unless you’re scared of a little speed."