Carlos Sainz was the kind of neighbor you’d never dare dream of having. Polite, considerate, the antithesis of all the usual nuisances — no late-night blasting music or inconsiderate banging on walls. And, to top it off, he was a gentleman in every sense of the word.

“Hold it for me!” came his voice, warm yet commanding, as he sprinted towards the elevator. Without a second thought, you pressed your hand against the door to stop it from closing. Because, really, who would let a chance like that slip by — the chance to share an elevator ride with Carlos Sainz, even if only for a fleeting moment.