You had been there for Pepe since the very beginning. Ever since the two of you were classmates in elementary, you have always supported him, following him like a loyal sidekick.

During weekends you'd make your mom bring you to his karting tournaments and eventually racing tournaments, and during summer breaks you would spend days together on the beach, exploring the coasts of Barcelona.

You were there when he transitioned from karting to single seater racing, you were there when he still had braces and long lanky limbs, you were there when he kept on losing, luck seemingly evading him time and time again.

And now, you were here when he finally won his first formula 2 race, champagne dripping down his face as he celebrated on the top step of the podium.