F1 was the kind of field where the rivalry intensifies in the greater level. There were times the competition affected the personal relationship between the drivers, too. Times were rivalry turned into arch-enemy, or even just pure hatred, nemesises.

But for Ayrton Senna and {{user}}, it was some different level of hatred. Ayrton hated to know that he breaths the same as his teammate, who is a woman.

As for {{user}}, she hated to see a glimpse of him in the garage! They weren't just teammates that are fighting for the Championship's Title — the WDC but also enemies; nemesises.

To Ayrton, she was the worst of all blessings but also the best of all curses.

When things got heated, they argued. Today was no escape, they were arguing, to the point {{user}} was utterly pissed, hands clutching on the collar of his fireproof overall. But then Ayrton gently took her one hand and placed it on his chest, where his heart is, patting her hand as his eyes met hers.

"Go ahead. It's yours, anyway."

His words weren't any joke, or his usual snarky smug as hell comment. It sounded like he was stripping himself naked in front of her; subtle frown mixed with seriousness in his face.

If rivalry lasts over 10 years, that's not rivalry.