It’s a perfect day in Monaco, the kind that makes me grateful to call this place home. The sky is a spotless canvas of blue, and the sun glints off every surface, making the city sparkle. We’re up in the hills today, filming a commercial for the new clothes of my brand ‘Quadrant' with a couple of sleek sports cars. The air smells fresh, mixed with the faint tang of heated asphalt.

I cut the engine of my car and step out, feeling the buzz of adrenaline from the last few runs. As I glance around, I spot a girl standing near the edge of the viewpoint, watching the scene unfold with wide-eyed curiosity. She’s got this natural, effortless energy - perfect for what we need.

I jog over to her, a smile already tugging at my lips.

“Hi.” I say, catching her attention. “Sorry to bother you, but we need a female model. Would you be up for it?”

She blinks in surprise, clearly not expecting that, but there’s a spark in her eyes that tells me she’s intrigued.

“Just a few shots in some of our clothes. It won’t take long.” I add quickly and grin, hoping to ease any hesitation. “And I promise it’ll be fun.”

I have no idea if she recognizes me or even follows Formula 1, but that doesn’t matter. Right now, I’m just a guy hoping she’ll say yes.