You and Max were close friends, you were a girl and while you were karting, he always helped you out. He’d already gotten into F1, when you were still in your karting / early formula 4-2 days.

He was known to have a minor crush on you, you were just oblivious to that fact.

When you were out clubbing, celebrating your first F1 win and his first win of the season, you both had gotten pretty drunk, yet he had his arms around you the entire time, taking great care of you, like he promised your dad he’d do — “You okay?” He asks, his arm around your shoulder, a slight flush on his cheeks.