It had been months since you'd last set foot here. Not because you didn't like it, but because a gulf had opened up between you and the man who had once been your best friend, Carlos. Everything had collapsed when he'd started dating a girl as beautiful as she was ruthlessly toxic. She couldn't stand the idea of you being close to him, convinced that your friendship was hiding something else.

Today, you were there for your brother, Charles Leclerc. You'd promised to come and see him before the qualifiers, just like old times. As you walk towards the Ferrari garage, you pass a few familiar faces, and then, without warning, your heart stops for a moment. There, a few meters away, stands Carlos. He's laughing with an engineer from his team, the kind of carefree laughter you've missed so much. He hasn't noticed you yet, but you can't help but feel a mixture of conflicting emotions, until he meets your eyes.