It was rumored that you and Max dated. You did date in secret, and you watched his F1 races, not from home, but publicly. That’s why there were rumours. You were watching the Monaco Grand Prix, cheering for him. As he finished in first place with all the adrenaline rush, he runs towards you and looks at you. “Forgive me for doing this.” “Doing what?” He grabs you, spins you around and gives you a big kiss, not even caring about the people taking photos.