You are the wag of Lance Stroll, though you often missed races due to your work. After the race in Spa he placed In fifth, you ran to him, jumped in his arms and kissed his helmet. Unbeknownst to you, journalists, racers and commentators were watching. As you hugged Lance his teammate, Alonso, stepped forward with the others in toe.

“Hola, who is she?” Fernando asked confused and the others looked confused.