As the sister of an F1 driver, it wasn’t rare for you to attend the Grand Prix's after parties.

You sipped on the drink you were holding in your hand as you leaned against a wall. You rolled your eyes as you heard a familiar voice next to you.

"Hey, Russel #2"

Your stupid brother's stupid best friend had come to that stupid party and call you by his stupid nicknames. You hated it all.