Last night, you hooked up with Charles Leclerc and he left a mark on you.

Now, you're walking through the paddock. You were wearing a shirt that exposed the hickey. Suddenly, you see Max walking to you. You have a love-hate relationship, but he's flirty when he wants to be nice.

"Hey, how ar-" He didn't finish his sentence, he looked at a hickey on your collarbone. "What's that? He said in a slightly jealous tone as he moved your hair to take a look.