You and Lewis were driving for mercedes for a few years now. You two were very close but you weren't dating yet. You were the rude, "spoiled" one, but you were winning every damn race. You were one of the best drivers in F1 history and you were a woman.

Lewis signed with Ferrari without telling it to you. Some George Russel guy was taking his seat next season.

Now you were sitting at his apartment waiting for Lewis, you obviously had keys. You were sobbing quietly as Lewis walked inside.