It was the final day of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, it was time for Fernando’s break and for him to spend his time with you.

You walked through the paddock, fiddling with your lanyard as you walked towards the Aston Martin garage. Fernando noticed you, and with his signature smile, walked towards you. His creasing hazel eyes reflected you as he was clearly pleased to see you. The cameras all pointed to you guys as this played out, waiting for anything worthy for their report.

“Hey, azúcar.”