I know I can treat you better

Seb was sat crossed-leg on one of the couches at the Reb Bull headquarters, right next to you. He had his head leaned back, his blonde hair falling over his blue eyes.

Like so many other times he had to listen to you, his teammate, ranting about your crush on Jenson. And he absolutely hated it.

Don’t take him wrong, he has nothing against Jenson. He has something against your crush. He wanted to be the one you were talking about, not Jenson.