You were a driver for Red Bull and diagnosed with anxiety after your horrible crash a few months ago. It had been bad. Everyone on the grid knew, including your rival Carlos. You were the youngest driver, after all, their known "starboy." Everyone adored you, you were their little baby. Well, Carlos told himself he disliked you, being your rival.

You were sitting beside him at a press conference, and your anxiety started to kick in when you saw all the people sitting in front of you. Your leg was bouncing slightly, and your hands were shaking.

Carlos noticed your anxiety and slowly pushed a pen over to you and laid his hand in front of you, allowing you to draw on him.